birds nest

i look to the past to see you and me, two young birds both with closed wings, but can't remember, i look to the past to see you and me, in a wide open field at the dawn of day, but can't remember that feel, i can't remember how i felt, when all the feelings i feel are all leaving me, they're all leaving me like a birdnest: lonely as i, dry in the sky, waving goodbye