Stick Figure from The Arboretum by A.p. Harbor

I'm a stick figure in this song,
but, to you, I have been all along.
On a white backdrop, a callow clump of lines.
Some are curved and some are bent.
I think in ink and then
I'm a stick figure in this song,
but, to you, I have been all along.

I'd have tipped my cap
had I known that was that.
I'd have photographed the twinkle in your eyes,
but the only picture here
is a sad, little stickman in the mirror.
I'm a stick figure in this song,
and to you, I have been all along.

I'm a stick figure in this song.
My skin and bones are all long gone.
If you need a man to carry you around,
you'd better grab a pen
or find a Rembrandt to befriend,
because I'm a stick figure in this song,
and to you, I have been all along.

Connect the dots, I never had a shot.
I'm reduced to doodles spiral bound,
but the only sketch that’s left
is a sad, little stickman, I regret,
because I’m a stick figure in this song,
and to you, I have been all along.

• Alternative
• alt-country
• antifolk
• folk pop
• folktronica
• indie pop
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• Morehead