a beautiful singing bird
playing above the trees
drifts like a cloud
and plays love like a teen

this one's made of dimples and lifts home
cuddles in the cold and the soft fuzz on her skin
an idol conversation in the dark
a filter for the stark

there it flies
up from the tree
aim
BANG once again is shot
dead to me

dead to ****** me
me who buried traps of fists
little lies on the path ahead
me who’s now he instead

BANG there she goes
I’m on the trigger all night
any flutter by the nest in my head
is another caracas hung in the shed
im a predator
i shut them out
and BANG
lock the door

idol eyes slip to her name
we’ll change it
now an X in there
make it easy
for my burning brain

but then its pictures of sinking tug boats
stiff socks
empty cold spots
legs snapping
arm locks

to the funnest person i knew

your story’s told now
shew!