the day i tried to fly. . .

this deserved its own separate post. i have been thinking a lot about birmingham...and how i wish i hadn't been saved. i am becoming increasingly, desperately lost. i do not even want to rouse myself from my mindless slumber...because at least then i am not conscious of my own depressing existence.

i'll dig a hole in my room
from birmingham and back again for you
i tried all i could to be true. . .
cuz i dont really like being alone
i dont really like being alone
i think i might just go back home
get an actual job
. . .then i'd get some sleep
i'd like to think that we would all finally sleep.

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But when the glass, it hit the wall
Mother cried and the cops were called
The day you said goodbye

. . .Really did it this time
The boy looks down and begins to cry
The day you said goodbye

And I know you’ve been abandoned
But don’t abandon ship on me
Just know like a winter white snow

You’ve been forgiven, come back to me
I know right now that don’t mean anything

Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky
I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high
With your fingers crossed, you fall against the ground
I saw it all, the day you tried to fly

When the red and blue lights made the scene
Your eyes were glazed, and honestly
Can you remember anything?

But when the others ran away
I prayed to God they wouldn’t stay
But sometimes He doesn’t listen

From a father to his daughter
My prodigal child, come back to me
From a sinner to his Maker
Your prodigal son is on his knees

Sweet God, please hold on to me
Sweet God, hold her please, oh please
The day she tries to fly
Hold me, the day I try to fly

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I wrote a song for your sister
Her stomach pumped charcoal and drugs
I wrote a song for your sister
But she folded it fourteen times up