Pine

There's a beauty to soft woods with knots that untangle
 Easily by chisel, easier by saw
 But press a finger deep and you may even dent the surface
 Like talc, parading as a rock, one scratch removed from dust
 No my grain is not complicated
 But my heart is solid and well-made
 Pleasantly understated
 And I might be the wood
 But you're the lathe
 No, I'm not too proud to bend to fit the space I'm given
 You can cut the dovetails right into my spine
 For you I would crush myself to paper
 And drink up your every word like wine
 No, my grain is not complicated
 But my heart is solid and it is well-made
 And I might be just pleasantly understated
 And I might be the wood
 But one day you're gonna pine
 I might be scraped and scarred
 But they say I've got a lot of character
 And I will probably fail to warm you
 By the fire that you make here
 Every day I get less new but maybe more amazing
 But I promise I'm in progress
 I promise I'm in progress
 And I might be worth the waiting
 Oh I wish I could have been born purple heart
 I'd love to bleed like that
 Hearing everyone say how pretty
 When they saw me in half but a sweetness untapped
 You take me down when the year is over
 Just one more past-tense passion it's time to put away
 And all the sparkle you put on me
 Is boxed up for next year's love
 And next year's tree
 You take me down when the year is over
 I'm just one more past-tense passion it's time to put away
 And all the sparkle you put on me
 Is boxed up for next year's love
 And next year's tree
 And I will let you put me in a box
 Just as long as it is mine
 One day they will bury me in a redundant skin
 People are buried in me all the time
 I don't know when I started believing
 To be good you have to be defeated
 So I am good but I am lonely
 I am good but I am lonely
 I am good but I am lonely
 I tried to slip a splinter underneath your skin
 When you weren't looking
 You weren't looking
 You weren't looking
 But I missed