& Bird

She moves like the pouring rain,
I may not see her again.
But ain't these stories all the same?
This game is so lame, like an anvil on my brain,
Weighing down the strain... again,
But this time I won't forget her name.
Chasing fame is how your wings turn to flames,
She says she wants to soar and that less is more.

She leaves but she don't say a word,
But she's fine or so I've heard,
All I wanna know are the magic words,
To catch this bird.

I am solidified (solidified),
By what she'd sown.
I am castracised (castracised),
By the games she plays
I was mortified (mortified),
By the lengths she'd go.
And now I'm ostracised (ostracised),
By what I know.

But I'm live when she's concerned,
But I don't mind 'cause I've been burned.
What tables do I have to turn,
To catch this bird.