I'm not keeping any secrets, I'm just keeping things discreet.
I'm a council in a city with no memory.
& I'm so glad you came unraveled, for you came & found your feet,
& the past that we both fought for didn't mean shit.
It's not you that can't be trusted, & it's not you that cannot speak;
it's not friends that are more traveled that we're trying to find here.
& I'm so glad you had this party and the alcohol ran deep;
so we can run away from all this shit that has no fucking meaning.
Alabaster is some symbol that we forgot is fucking weak,
so we can put it with the gavel that I pound upon your feet.
& I ain't losing any battle, & I ain't trying to lose my keep;
I'm a council in a corner that moves carefully.
Save the salt & pass it on to me.
Grow your own & love the enemies you see.