All you have made is

A bird with injured wings

That flies without progress

In a circle, hovering

There's dark in your eyes now

Your parents cannot see

And all of your secrets

Stare only toward me

It's not getting easier

Easier to let go

If I was smarter

Would have never let you know

All you have made is

A bird with injured wings

That flies without progress

In a circle, hovering

There's dark in your eyes now

Your parents cannot see

And all of your secrets

Stare only toward me

It's getting easier

Easier to get hurt

If I could start over

I would get to you first