Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
Its song slurred and absured singing a song it overheard
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
Its eyes blurred from the fall, wings broken and heart soft spoken
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
It sings of you finding it, sheltering it under your wing
and allowing it to heal, allowing it to sing
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
You saved it without knowing it, it's you it sings for
It's you it adores, wings open and a heart that soars

"You rank of daisies,"

The washroom stall told me.

I look, I sniff, I say,

"You rank of a teen that was bored today."

The added spark of anger
As your eyes
Speak the words
That your mouth
Isn't given the chance to

The added flavour of salt
As your tears
Slide down your cheeks
And rest on your lips
To mix in with your tea

The added feeling of shame
As you look
Into the mirror
And see a red, shiny face
Of a girl admitting she was weak

The added shade of blue
As your tears
Soak into
That protective blue sweater
Of the one you wished was here

The added sound of silencing
As you hear
him complaining to
Someone else
Like you're not in the next room

The added second of silence
As you t-try
-like you always do-
To hold back your tears
I-in the back of your throat

The reduced state of esteeme
As you believe
You truly are a
Failure.
Because he had a bad day at work

Have some tea with me, let's share a deep conversation

about the stars in the sky

about what happens when we die


Make a kind gesture, hold this ladies hand and show me

what you think is proper love

how you'd hold only me above

This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

We knew it from the start
but just didn't have the heart
to make them walk the plank
after drawing a blank
when we asked them why

{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

Feeling the tentacles on my leg
they wrap around, pull and drown
all the hope I had sunk
to the deepest blue's ground

And all the shimmering light
at the water's surface
never looked so white
never felt so bright

{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

On the sofa
             Arm in Arm
                          Cheek to Cheek
                                           She speaks softly

"Darling, I've wondered... How would you describe me to a stranger?"

He pauses a moment
                     Pushing a piece of hair
                                                     Behind her ear

"To a blind person,
I'd tell them you're the most gorgeous face to wake up next to."

She smiles
        He continues

"To a deaf person,
I'd write to them how lovably silly you sound while singing in the shower.

To our new neighbor we have yet to meet (still counts as a stranger),"

She giggles
       He smiles at her

"I'd warn him of your amazing cooking and your famous house warming recipe.

And to the meanest of the mean, a truly horrific person,
I'd tell them they should be more like my darling; the nicest of the nice.
Never speaks poorly of another, is generous with her smiles, helps any one
and any thing when in need, accepts people for who they are, and - Oh, love...."

She lifts her head to him
                                  Slight concern in her lovely face

"What is it, Jake?"

He smiles at her
                     Kissing her forehead

"All these unlucky strangers would think you're not real, or too-good-to-be-true!
But you're definitely real, and I'm the luckiest man to be with you."

She grounded her feet
and leaned forward
peering into tiny mud puddles.
She saw the outline of her wavy hair
with one stray piece rebelling
from how she wanted it to rest
on the top of her head.
And she wanted to fix it,
but couldn't completely.

*

He grinded his teeth
and leaned forward
peering into tiny blood puddles.
He saw the outline of his unmarked arms
with one sharp blade rebelling
from how he wanted it to be
on the darkest of his nights.
And he wanted to stop for her,
but couldn't completely.