Some birds
Just sit
Useless
Like fists
I wrestle
On TV
But no one ever
Let’s me win
I lean
On the wall
Like a broom
Confused
By the scope
Of it all
Any fool
Can tell the truth
And though I don’t
Think that I should
Add one
To the sum
Of all that you fear
I’d love to take you down
And leave you there
In my window
I have a twin
I look out
He looks in
He has a point
I applaud
Oh my goodness
Oh my god
Is it my fault
The countrysides
Are so full
Of suicide?
I break bricks
With my heart
But only a fool
Would call it art.
No I don’t
Think I should
Be one
Of the sum
Of all that you fear
I’d love to take you down
And leave you there
So why fuss
Why not bend
Like a nail
Hammered in
Times are tough
If I recall
Oh it ain’t easy
No not at all
And no I don’t
Think I should
Complete
The sum
Of all the you fear
I’d love to take you down
And leave you there
