I shook the devil’s hand and looked him dead in the eye the night I put the barrel of a shotgun in between my lips
While I stood on the edge of a chair with a noose around my neck.
Killing two birds with one stone.
The feathers of the bird deep inside me would be ruffled after the bullet raced through them,
Shearing them apart like a combine moves through a field of corn.
The bird on the outside of my body would finally learn to fly after the bullet struck the inside of my mouth like a flashlight lights up a dark cave harboring a family of bats
And right before I fell limp to the floor, no longer able to hear my own heartbeat inside my ears,
The noose caught my fall, tightening around my neck.
The night I stood on a wooden chair, holding my own death within my hands in complete darkness around eleven because I wanted to be an owl instead of a raven,
The chirping inside of me wouldn’t quiet.
I heard the voices of wings outside the window in the tree I’d thought about soaring from; telling me to stop or cheering me on, I don’t know.
But if I would’ve put the single round inside the chamber of the gun or slipped the slightest bit from the chair,
I’d know how it feels to fly.

You used to pick me up,
And drive me around town.
I had my feet on the seat,
The window down.

My hair was blowing in the wind,
But I didn’t care.
I was riding there with you,
When I could’ve been anywhere else.

Time change.

Now I’m driving my own car,
One hand on the wheel,
The other wiping tears away,
Not knowing what to feel.

I see your car,
Everywhere I go.
But never your face,
Someone’s I don’t know.

But my heart still jumps,
Thinking it might be you.
Butterflies form in my stomach,
Wishing it was still us two.

Time change.

There’s some other girl,
Riding in my seat,
All around town,
Up and down every street.