birds

your head's a busy place, a port for thoughts coming back, like ships flown overseas, while swarms of birds passing by, if i could catch a thought sometime, i'd put it in a safe place, to the elements i've got, and next time i would check it would be gone, until single spark ignites it to new light, until single spark ignites it to new light, until single spark ignites it to new light, and it comes back to you finally getting through, your heart's a messy place, a giant garbage dump, for all feelings you can't handle, that's where you bury all of them, and wait 'til they decay, until single spark ignites them to new lies, until single spark ignites them to new lies, until single spark ignites them to new lies, and it comes back to you finally getting through