Promise The Party

We broke the windows so we could see everything
Beyond the pines and passes we’ll see what we mean
The party left me — I was getting in the way
They had to leave me — but the landmarks aren’t that bad
You think of yourself an Atlas
Coming off (rubbing off) you’re more as factless
So simpler we’ll see what’s attractive
Mapping points till it seems lineless
Pointing out a perfect likeness
Recall the callous in its position on the line
The gaze that comes through it won’t give you anything
They had to leave me — and I’m proud to have a part
They had to leave me — it’s the nature of concern
You think of yourself an atlas…