In the Garden

Put your foot on the chair

i guess i'm trying to see

whats on the other side

of the road behind the trees

theres a green bird

tattoed on your chest

it might fly away 

and get lost in the night

we all know how it feels

when you just don't fit in

how it hurts inside

how it alienates

the way you spend your days

looking for something else

keep on moving the chair

under the tree, in the garden it will stay