Feathers in the Sun

Bless you, feathers in the sun
Here's to the short straw: broken leg in gum
My loneliness is really just a convenience
Bless you, feathers in the sun
Feathers in the sun
I think of all this broken glass
The bits of the notes from my notebooks she tore before she left
Seldom does the universe ever throw you a bone
But this was as if, like, my own fate called me on the phone
Here's to being alone

Pale moon, passing car
Light on wall creeps
Ceiling fan, red pill
On and
On to new things
Yellow sweat, fever dreams
Outside, a bird sings
On and on
To better things
On to better things

So tired of thinking of the past
Even when I was in it, I hoped it wouldn't last
Fortune favors us, us with more time to grow
So thank you for what you have given
Dead bird on the road
Here's to being alone!

Feathers in the sun
On to better things
On and
On to better things
On and
On to better things
On and
On to better things
On and
On to better things
On and on