All you have made is
A bird with injured wings
That flies without progress
In a circle, hovering
There's dark in your eyes now
Your parents cannot see
And all of your secrets
Stare only toward me
It's not getting easier
Easier to let go
If I was smarter
Would have never let you know
All you have made is
A bird with injured wings
That flies without progress
In a circle, hovering
There's dark in your eyes now
Your parents cannot see
And all of your secrets
Stare only toward me
It's getting easier
Easier to get hurt
If I could start over
I would get to you first