F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...

I'm sixteen and I think I'm in love... or maybe it's gas. I'm much too young to be in love with anything but the color ...

Wellington    writes from dreams and sorrows, predominantly. https://opensoulsurgery.bandcamp.com/album/phonesongs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXN6wCEiiVw&list;=PLJVQPU_oFOwuG6HEaoVOQenGicQScx1yw ^me