When panic grips your body, and your heart is a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Better find yourself a place to level out
Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain
Losing your voice in the crowded streets
Pulsing crunch of machinery
Oh so harsh frequency
In the city that we love
The world requires no audience
no witnesses, no witnesses
If the brakeman turns my way
Everything must belong somewhere
Optimism
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