When cliches and cheap rhymes dream
They dream of being used
And bottles of water don't want to expire
But they do
I keep a fake bird in a real cage
In the corner of my living room
And it stares all night out the window
Through closed eyes, repeating

My love language relies on no one really listening
Like a moth in the dark, I can fly straight/with intention
And if I should ever come undone
I swear I'll try my best to become
Done again

Like back in '16
On New Years Eve
When I fell asleep on the hardwood floor
Of an empty Apt. 7B
The landlord was painting after we moved out
And when I woke up from the dream
Of my head in the guillotine
I had such a hard time explaining the scene
To the boots of the two humorless police
That arrested me

Somehow I always find my way back home
Even when I'm ghost-lost, double dark
On the side of the road
If the trick when you're sick is to stick with being alone
Then I'm sorry for wasting your time

Who am I
To think I get multiple tries
At appreciating the good things in my life
When it's more
Than sunshine trapped in my taillights
When it's love or at least what "love" ought to feel like

Who am I
To think I get multiple tries
At appreciating the good things in my life
When it's more
Than sunshine trapped in my taillights
When it's love or at least what "love" ought to feel like

When it's love