upside down, hung up by the flesh

i am slowly speaking a safety net

of gentle hopes into empty space

constellations spanning all across this sucker's face
i got one bare foot out the front door
i would lie if i said it wasn't like this before

i just couldn't feel the breeze

maybe this still life is not what i need

and if i don't say it now,
i'll say it tomorrow or in a week
listen,


the bird's wings spread like a kite

if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight
the bird's wings spread like a kite

if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight

and I'll grow

i'm just out here,
and i will grow

inside out, hung up by the heart

i forget my lines and my entire part
i don't trust the prompter with their little lies

i don't trust the script with my silly little life

stage is closed, there's nothing left inside
if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight
stage is closed, there's nothing left inside

if the wind picks up i could be gone tonight

i'm just out here tying up a couple of loose hands

i'm just in here holding my breath

i'm just holding what was and holding what could have been
holding what i have never possessed

and i cradle it in between these two sore hands

and i squeeze it a little too hard

and i find a seam and i pull just a little bit

i watch it exhale and fall apart
and i'll grow. i’m just out here, and i will grow