technology is a dead bird

just let me love, let me be, here on the floor, flying eastward toward the shore, knowing that the stars won't last in the sky, i took you to a prison cell, you were afraid and i could tell, then on a train we met a friend, who showed us that we should pretend, i need to be myself again, i know precisely when it is time to be the actor, it is amusing when everything is confusing, let us be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit, or ashamed to confess, or, alternatively, eager to expose, how is it that i'm all of the above?, there's got to be more than denial and drugs, empty bottles are starting to feel less fun, and would deceive us is deceiving, technology is a dead bird in your hands, technology is a dead bird in your hands, we could live in a dream, where is my liberty?, buried under a tree, where is my liberty?, every one of us is in our wonder years, wishing we were just one year younger, i, i need to get over myself, i'm going to end up on top of the mountain one of these days, if i make it long enough, sometimes i just want to drift away into outer space, we could live in a dream, where is my liberty?, buried under a tree, where is my liberty?