singing in your tree

i had this delusion that some time was running out
an hourglass-eyes disguise complete with mustache and a snout
but it was just an ugly dream i had in my head
i saw red, and then i woke up good and mad!

i think i've been conspicuously flailing all around
loose lips sink my battleships without making a sound
i had to give a talking to myself before
i became a bore to everybody else. that's not me.

i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face

i'm conducting an experiment that's (age) years old
none of my notes prove nothing because i've got no control
i'm collecting and dissecting my specimens and clues
i conclude correctly i don't understand what i see,

but i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face

i'll have a seat with blind old kitty
she's very wise though she's not witty
she says it's all perspective, not self-pity

i'll stop calling you special if you stop calling me sane
don't say this is all accidental, i won't say it's all ingrained
how we talk is making fun of words anyway
what i prefer are dumb jokes and the ways we disagree.

i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face

© 2006 c holford

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