when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

Today
I'm feeling itchy...

an endless cycle of
green and yellow and brown...

Come sing me to sleep,
close my troubled eyes...

Hey now boy, would you let me be yours?
would you stand up and dance...

Somehow
in the silence...

I struggle with the button on my jeans. Jacket...

Just for this moment
i've found myself again...

As night spreads her skirts
and the snow flurries...