i feel like a bird that flew right into a window
that you pointed at and laughed
i feel like the shaven-head celebrities
the crack addicts
the high, homeless hippies on the street
i feel like a person of Wal Mart
the awkward couple that shows way too much PDA in public
the punchline of a fat joke
(i see all the fingers pointed at me as--)
i struggle to bend my wings into shape again
but i've taken to writing poetry and cutting up pieces of newspaper
to fit between the ruffled feathers
i shouldn't still have brain damage from the collision i had with your pride (sixteen miles high)
but maybe i do
i tap on the glass just to make sure that i really am a fool
and to see if you'll look back
to see me redeem myself
to see me fly
a
w
a
y.
(but you don't)
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
i feel like a bird that flew right into a window
that you pointed at and laughed
i feel like the shaven-head celebrities
the crack addicts
the high, homeless hippies on the street
i feel like a person of Wal Mart
the awkward couple that shows way too much PDA in public
the punchline of a fat joke
(i see all the fingers pointed at me as--)
i struggle to bend my wings into shape again
but i've taken to writing poetry and cutting up pieces of newspaper
to fit between the ruffled feathers
i shouldn't still have brain damage from the collision i had with your pride (sixteen miles high)
but maybe i do
i tap on the glass just to make sure that i really am a fool
and to see if you'll look back
to see me redeem myself
to see me fly
a
w
a
y.
(but you don't)
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