Witchjumper - Little Bird

Little bird on a tree through my window looked at me
Freaked me out because I swear he read my mind
Ten voices activated all at once in separate cages
Screaming for their right to define
My body and all around me for serious and for hobby
Like a one lane road with water on both sides
I'm a subterranean sickle cell I'm a martyr poet from a quadriplegic hell
I scream about things I'm too crippled to understand

Little bird on that tree through my window now he glares at me
Makes me nervous so I switch rooms
I pick one more inviting to chase away the self analyzing
I try to think but all I hear is chirping
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Written by:
Ross Lytle

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