I awoke from a dream
To the words "REVOLUTION" flashing on my alarm clock
But things still feel the same (empty)
Maybe if I spread my feathers the length of this hallway,
This peacock will truly feel bravery
Maybe if I tell enough half-truths,
I can make myself believe them wholly.
I don't wanna delude myself with dreams of Same Love.
Don't wanna carve out a smile just because it's Thanksgiving
For all I'm thankful for now are days when I can stay in bed
And everyone leaves me alone.
I can't postulate "forgive and forget"
When all I do is remember
That I'm a sharp key among the majors;
I'm February but may all think I'm March.
No one knows why I won't leave my wardrobe
Or that I even have one.
Regret paves this road like shards of broken glass
While I still live inside the bottle.
I'm still trapped in my cage
That I lock with butterfly kisses and an aegis.
That I've lived in for ages.
When this city is past, summer will be present
When the sun comes out, winter will be over
And maybe my house,