Birdsong

Hardwood floor calls to me Like open doors, there ought to be Something more than all of these Agoraphobic words Interpolate internal doubt As something you can't go without Prevent yourself from going out The cages need their birds, oh Press against the window pane And watch the world remain the same Would anybody know your name Outside of these four walls Come apart at shredded seams A tower fan, white noise machine You pull your teeth out in your dreams And wake up as you fall, oh But you take another step And you take another Falling out of touch With everyone you know Or maybe used to Break your body down To manageable parts Just wings and carrion now Talking to yourself Alone in your room The walls won't answer And if you'd rather leave Open your cage and Pick yourself back up