Bluebird

Shedding every memory in the ashtray As I stumble over your name Is it fate or a festering I wonder quietly Though you feel so uniquely Comforting to me Driving aimlessly from the back seat Leather parching in the sun Load the gun squeeze it gently Bravery or greed Carve your name ever deeper In my sleep If I knew better than I do I wouldn't keep it to myself I'm so happy to live With what I used to live without Bluebird on the window broken wing You're so quiet in the sun Is it fate or disease That's brought you here to me You can cry to me on empty You can breathe using my lungs