The Hangman-Matt Buetow
I have some reasons for you to count your cash,
pull out the last few threads and watch it all collapse
Beside a fire burning my own thatch, I stand frozen
So I put flames to trees and open land
just hoping for a little warmth for these heavy hands
I first saw him dangling from a brand-new strand, the hangman
But he grew too tall until he could not stand in the aftermath
And the curse won’t lift until you end all plans
and let the current splash
Well here’s a band-new star for your brand-new map
The sun is setting as the clouds collapse
As I chew my words and sing the staff, ooh ooh but they’re stolen
So now my missing chords and slow left hand
will be my saving grace and my kickstand
The shoes and sidewalk skid till they reach the sand and the moment slips
So I drew and drew until my mind went black and my pen bent
But it’s you who fights the things you cannot stand and expects to win.