though I’m never quite sure what’s holding us back, you start me to panic like I’m under attack
FRIENDSHIP IW TRICKU, & THOUGHT i DISGRACE, why must my sight be all over the place
alone in the dark when the twilight starts knocking, yyour words whisper through me like you’re tight in my stocking
And though the Dawson may slip in the creek, the sharpers the claw–
the shineier the beak.
What a to do, what a do do. My words filter through you– and now I’m BRAND new
And technically though I speak the same, I’m finding it harder to tell you my name
Why do do I smile when I openly weep, stuck counting cows instead of followving sheep
My wings though they’re borrowed, they help me to dry, for you dearest llove I’ll loan you one eye
Smile, though you’re happy & heere as I cry.
Why-oh, why-oh, Why?
And still you remind me to try
I don’t know why the charm burns so deep– Only that the pack knows I’m faster asleep. deep, deep … trouble, me deep