Been here a while now.
Stuck behind bars that are so familiar
So old, that rust falls at the swipe of a finger.
I want to leave
Escape this prison, where you are fed anxiety and made to sleep under a blanket of regrets.

There's a hole through the ear to the right.
Too small for escape.
Everyday I sit beside it and listen to everything that goes by.

I would like to invite you in for a drink.
Crawl in.
You're the perfect size.
Stay awhile.
Help me build a smile.
Then we could leave through it together.
I haven't been outside in a while.
Tale me through everything that has changed.

But you left without me.
You also took the smile, which fits your face so perfectly.
Now I sit and listen for you to come by,
because I would like it back,
and I would like to get out of here.

Don't lend it to anyone.
It belongs to me as well if you want to remember.