Bird Law - Slow Death, Pt. 2

I wish I had your coffin or your excuse to leave
You feed me promises and I shit out disappointment
Shape shift for me
Silence says everything
No pre-existing condition
mirrors on all sides
Watch yourself wither alone as time turns you into a ghost
Round and round we spin with feet of lead and wings of tin

Written by:
Daniel Redmond

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