Birthday: 10/11
Poison oak, some boyhood braveryWhen a telephone was a tin can on a stringAnd I fell asleep with you still talking to meYou said you weren't afraid to dieIn polaroids you were dressed in women's clothesWere you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?I don't think that I ever loved you moreThen when you turned awayWhen you slammed the doorWhen you stole the carAnd drove towards MexicoAnd you wrote bad checksJust to fill your armI was young enough, I still believed in warWell, let the poets cry themselves to sleepAnd all their tearful words will turn back into steamBut me I'm a single cellOn a serpents tongueThere's a muddy field where a garden wasAnd I'm glad you got awayBut I'm still stuck out hereMy clothes are soaking wetFrom your brother's tearsAnd I never thought this life was possibleYou're the yellow bird that I've been waiting forThe end of paralysisI was a statuetteNow I'm drunk as hell on a piano benchAnd when I press the keysIt all gets reversedThe sound of loneliness makes me happier
BRIGHT EYES <3
