Lightning Rod - Jenny Owen Youngs

Heart attack, 
jack-in-the-box 
I've been here so long 
I'm starting to rot. 
And you're taking my fear, 
selling it in jars. 
Back on the playground 
my blue socks are bloody 
I need someone to toss the confetti 
at the Ticker Day Parade, 
falling for myself. 

Look to the fly 
she used to be pretty 
don't say a word, 
but shes drying out slowly 
you have the answers 
I have the car keys. 

Lightning rod strapped to my shoulders 
I'm searching through windows for right and thunder that could bring to merciful end this overdrone way. 
Carpet burns up to my elbows 
it's time that you learned, 
I guess I should tell you, 
that the things you know about me 
never would come true. 

Look to the fly 
I used to be pretty 
dont say a word 
but I'm drying out quickly 
you have the answers 
I have the car keys