Passing Bird

She's got black hair

And she has got a black dress

She's pretending

That her life is a mess

But I cannot rest

With so many worries

I can't lie down

And say I am done



I live because I need more light

I hope I can change today

She would never think of changing

Too much fucking emo, its false (I know)



She stops me in the street

And asks me to follow

I would if I could

If I wouldn't mind breaking her