went on another ride to nowhere. just endless pedal, pedal, pedal. little red bird in my ears, neon red and green streaking past my eyes. void. i tried to recall the good times. can't seem to remember any. maybe that's why i like riding my bike so much. so i don't have to think. and time just halts...
back to square one...
when the first drops hit your lips, it's insatiably saccharine, then after a few more rounds it starts to go south. and then you think, there's got to be something wrong when you're just sitting here sobbing... there's got to be something wrong. i'm tired of fighting it alone...
little red bird under a chair
waiting for the crumbs to fall
daddy said "get a job"
don't you see, daddy,
waiting for the crumbs to fall
daddy said "get a job"
don't you see, daddy,
how good i am at catching crumbs?
guns and gods and little red birds
guns and gods and little red birds
guns and gods and little red birds
guns and gods and little red birds
comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost
if there was a place hidden in the stars
reflected on heaven's graces
if god had an honest face
reflected on heaven's graces
if god had an honest face
a troubled expression would be watching the human race
can't you see? i'm the little red bird.
+listening to: nothing
1 says:
heyy i'm not sure if i'm thinking of the same mister walking man as you are, but the one that i know once said this:
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." (Matthew 11:28-30)
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