I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I make Her cling to me
She tells me when She holds me
She likes it when I sing
my Robin my Baby Bird
hope You'll keep lettin' me a sing

We go out to the jam spot
talking Bird's and B's
i'm not certain if i'm certain yet
one day I hope to be

"I have no ambition"
said a man close to me
when He was asking my Mawm a question
that led straight to my dreams

Oh Robin, Oh baby Bird
Oh Baby Bird sing
I'll plany my Heart next to yours
if You'll hold my hand and sing

I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I like to hear her breathe
Talk about a Fresh Mint
Jesus, you should hear Her sing

I once was a Raven man
I even Mockingbirded I think
I never was a Cardinal fan
I read Buzzards wake at ease

Nah, I like my Robin's song
She's the Bird I need
Oh Robin come to my nest
We'll be Night Owls
Not song Fowls
Let's stay up late and Sing

staring down the barrel of my '***'
what the **** is that

no more dissociative a drug than alcohol
If I were sipping Moll-mawm-Moll surely I
would hug a ******* and somebody I cared about
then ******* to sleep

but here I am
deep in the tub
thinking about how little I'd care if someone
with no regard
for
me
came and snatched my autonomy agency
I'd not care til later
bleeding all over the floor
sick at my own body
who cares
who cares
I care but not right now I don't care

someone almost took that once
they were so close
they could have
I rolled my tights back up
good on me me drunk me
deciding whether or not my body mattered
I shouldn't be left to decide if my body matters

Fly caughtinna web of this culture maybe
probably
I don't leave the house to ****
I wish my own ****** desecration were'n't half so ******
it's not
to a functioning me
but when am I gonna get that luxury


I'm scared of me