Beat Back the Trees

Here is where these bolts come loose
    and here my night skies peel up and away
        This canvass burdens my heart. For I cannot seem to strap it
            down

I'd love to say I could stay under this evaporating night
    beneath it, I'm honest
                           and within its departure, they'll arrive with
                    my lies to pick you apart


By the time it all pulls to frays
    I will have mended an atmosphere anew
        it will be tended to tonight
            by the time I close my eyes
                my artificial night will be as life-like as you.