take these broken wings,
but they're wings that no one notices
are useless, everyone just sees
what they want to.
i can see it's wrong,
no one else seems to,
and this blackbird spends
his nights in my head,
roams the shadows,
crevice of the scary part of
my mind, dark and terrifying.
his foot's padlocked to my brain,
stuck there forever and past,
because I can't let him sing in front of others,
that'd mean me doing the exact same thing.
so blackbird singing,
take this scarred eyes,
steal them for me,
sight for a couple gold coins,
selling valuables like they're nothing
more than common trinkets on the street.
so take my wings, take my eyes,
take everything you think matters to me,
but as long as you leave my hands and my tongue,
you've never really got me.