I want to exist in our
Romanticized euphoria
Where we were one
And they were none

I am the birds again this winter
Because I know that it is warmer
In the South these days
But I'd rather exist in the smile in our eyes

And they are none and we are none
Today we do not migrate
And it is colder where you are and I am
Following my instincts

But some of us are anomalies and must
Abandon--redefine our euphoria

And the South was my utopia
Until I romanticized the cold again
And left my flock against my desires
I was forced into the cold without a coat

I couldn't fly and you were there to fix
My wings and force me back into the cold
I always wondered why the birds went South

Let me exist in your South & we'll pretend the North is warm in the winter
I can become your euphoria
If you let me fly;