bluebird, fly away,
to the place we were before,
where we don't have to worry.
lead me back through the years,
just a haze of pain and meds,
bleach and starch and sterile walls,
white rooms, white lab coats.
but bluebird, my little bluebird,
you are a splash of color in my
you are the shade of dreams come true,
and white is the tint of nightmares.
you're the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy,
i don't care if you're real or not.