when i checked back in
i was a fool and i was kissing
underneath the storm of birds
they would fly right
at us and then swerve
as if trying to act out words
she called it a bad omen after
i had named it lucky
we began to drift from there
and that used to be a secret
kept with care
till i started writin songs
and once that when it ended
i was sad but empathetic
and it rolled around my head
like a cartoon chase that never ends
and no one gets to catch the mouse
sings bless this restless spring
im in love with too many things
you'll have to find me a bigger heart
a bigger heart
when i looked back up
oh i was standin at the border with the sea er in my face
straining for horizons far away
as it was

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