The hawk circled the canyon once
Drifting on gentle wind currents
Natural silent

That ******* could be my spirit animal

A tooth in my pocket
I broke in a bar fight
Big Blondie broke a chair on my lips

As I lay there screaming through my fingers
Warm blood seeping through my skin
...maybe I do deserve it

Everything smelled like beer, ****, and dirt
Maybe that's rock bottom

No, I hit rock bottom
When you folded me up
And slipped me between the pages of your book
Leaving me on the shelf to wither and die

I buried my tooth on the edge of that canyon
Where the hawk circled
Then I thought of you no more