I've been crying for your clipped wings
while my wild feathers
lie scattered round the floor.
How could I hurt them more?
What if i take you there
and you don't come back?
What if falling feels like flying?
I've made the scenery so appealing.
What if i
am the greatest actor alive,
repeating lines?
"I want to be alive with you I want to"
Speak so clever and heavy,
i've got a silver tongue
and a mouth full of fool's gold.
My preening never gets old.
Its a beautiful bird of paradise plot
to pull you in and push you out,
fly away and fly back again
fall somewhere between famished and drowned in.
How else can i say,
i don't want my demons,
it's hard for me to leave them
or i want to keep them.
These ruffled feathers
take a while to settle in
this wild heart may take forever
to let you in
