Birds Nest

Clouds are made of crows nests paper doves and candy cotton

Fogs made out of lamp posts tree shadows and open windows

Burned too many bridges couldn’t help it couldn’t change it

Even if i wanted too and I think I wanna do

Something nobodies ever done

God is building railroads and skyscrapers and city busses

So maybe they are natural maybe I’m still natural

God is building geysers the earths a super soaker and

I don’t wanna grow up anymore

At 21 I wanna go to Mexico or somewhere with jungles like the movies

And mangroves where the sky's just a canopy of of tree leaves

Parrot colors look like sodas and the weather feels like home

I stopped checking your messages

I was saving them for later

Just in case I really need em

And a hundred fifty years from now kids in school will write in books

We remember Dylan we remember bedbug

They’ll all sit around in circles and clap along to songs i wrote

This will all be justified

We’ll feed birds

We’ll catch frogs

We’ll stay outta hell

And send off some get wells

And we’ll walk dogs

And we’ll go down

In history I’ll take you all with me

And we’ll stay in our nests we’ll never be stressed

And we will be

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