here i thought i was sick
obsessed
so deeply hurt
get over it
grow up
if so much pain collects in the pond
fly your ass away
gunshots don't fucking spook you
everything we try
you just won't leave this behind
awkward goose
go away
you crane your neck
force it
make yourself look down on everyone
look away from yourself
just to ignore your wings
snobbish doesn't look well on you
you flare out those wings
scare us out of pain
yet you can't stop
and use your wings
for yourself
if goose were on the menu
if i could share the delight with my girl
if you'd run and give us a challenge
we'd hunt you down
wring that scrawy neck to slience the complaints
it's not your season
fly
lift yourself above this
don't look above it
don't wish to be above it
just do it
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