Flightless Bird, American Mouth I was a quick wit boy Diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys And when the cops closed the fair I cut my long baby hair Stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere Have I found you? Flightless bird, jealous, weeping Or lost you? American mouth Big pill looming Now Im a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongue Watching the warm poison rats Curl through the wide fence cracks Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean Blood of Christ mountain stream Have I found you? Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding Or lost you? American mouth Big pill stuck going down บางคนที่เราพบเจอเพียงสั้นๆ อาจสร้างความรู้สึกดีๆ ให้เรารู้สึกคิดถึงตลอดไป youtube/watch?v=xwZNGaMrwcE
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