The hawk circled the canyon once
Drifting on gentle wind currents
Natural silent
That ******* could be my spirit animal
A tooth in my pocket
I broke in a bar fight
Big Blondie broke a chair on my lips
As I lay there screaming through my fingers
Warm blood seeping through my skin
...maybe I do deserve it
Everything smelled like beer, ****, and dirt
Maybe that's rock bottom
No, I hit rock bottom
When you folded me up
And slipped me between the pages of your book
Leaving me on the shelf to wither and die
I buried my tooth on the edge of that canyon
Where the hawk circled
Then I thought of you no more