Dead Bird's Wing

She expects me to remember

The little moments that she treasures

That were made in the center

Of some tear she helped pay for

I came home angry

Ate some food from the pantry

That my mother had just gave me

Cause I'm her little baby

She says she's lonely

That it's been hard for her to get up in the morning

And my brother's found a lady

And that makes her so happy

But it's hard in the morning

So hard in the morning

It's been hard in the morning

She's been drinking every night

I'm a dead bird's wing flapping in the breeze

I'm an old oak tree brought to my knees

I'm a table toppled on the lawn

I'm a bloody tail, some dog run off

It's kinda funny

It's kinda pretty

It's kinda ugly

It's kinda fitting

It didn't seem to matter

Just a quiet nod in the tavern

Where a little goes a long way

And a lot leaves ya wanting

The words escape me

I remember when the poetry would chase me

And it'd run and overtake me

And beat me til I was holy

My hands are aching

And it's been hard for me to look at myself naked

Maybe I hit my limit

Then the nighttime gets me thinking

But it's hard in the morning

So hard in the morning

It's been hard in the morning

I've been drinking every night