These strings are keeping me in
I need to breathe every which way
Possibly all over strung out
Mapping my yellow brick route
Back to oblivion ’til winning, while the rest of you never ever get to see me smile
I’m the perfect devil covered in angel wings
I get to sing oh so spiritually, while slaying the whole damn procedure
All over one blasphemous shoulder that can and will shudder oh so cold when needs be
Look at me I’m the Birdman
They say I only ever write, while I get to do a whole lot more
Foot wedged against this door I’m almost good to go

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