someday your bird is gonna fly

[antihero]

relax, no song is written, nothing you thought of yourself. it's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. this infection grows stronger every year. this seed inside the water of your tear, there is no escaping it. this seed blooming in the water of your tear the way an unborn baby's ear unfolds in your belly. this infection grows stronger every year, this direction of a tear rolling down your cheek, there is no escaping it. there is no escaping the thing that is making its home in your radio.