Wings that Cannot Fly

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There's a bare spot on my wall

Where a pride of mine once lie

I got tired of looking at it

And thinking about you and I

I loved the thought of having wings

To soar above, and to be free

But now chained with that freedom

Is the bittersweet thought of you and me.


I remember once you asked about it

In fact, I think I know your exact words:

"One of those was the Angel and Demon picture, wasn't it?"

And in that statement, I felt your hurt

I nodded, and you turned away

I listened to you cry that night

I helplessly lay down and watched

As your emotions lost the fight.


If by some chance you see this

Where contingency reigns not

You know where I'm going with this

All too predictable, my plots

But can you even call them that

When they don't even have a plan

Can you call them anything besides

Reminiscing about a man?


I'd like to think you sometimes check on me

The same way I check up on you

In silence and in shadows

As us broken often do

Maybe see if my icon's changed

Or if my songs make sense

Of course they never will, you know

That's everyone's two cents.


I'm tired of being teary-eyed

And your silence bears no aid

I'm like a Neighbourhood song

I wake up and I'm afraid

Or maybe I'm a grandson song

But unlike them, I do apologize

I'm sorry that now I'm the reason

We both have wings that cannot fly.



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