Kinsella from catch by Sleeping Tapes

My words were a flock of birds in my mouth,
each of them desperate to
fly right out,
so I shuttered my teeth,
afraid that you might see:
all the feathers and pointless words
that stuff and fill me,
all the emptiness that fills my head,
there's nothing more to see.

When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole, each snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't believe that we were ever this young.

My words were a flock of birds in my mouth,
a thousand refugees,
plotting to break out,
so I opened the gates,
surprised when you stayed.

When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole, each snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't believe that we were ever this young.

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