Good Grief

I flew into a fucking window, window

I flew into a fucking window, window

I flew into a fucking window, window

I flew into a fucking window, window

Why was I with wings?

Who did I really think I was trying to be?

You came outside, turned on the light, and picked me up

We had, we had that one night

We walked, we crawled home

You came outside, turned on the light and locked me up

We had, we had that one night

The grid never gave up

The moon never came up