Baby Bird Whores.

I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care who knows
I recognize my Siamese self, and he’s ready to go
I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care if you’re coming
I sent a message in a telepathic grin, and I know how to keep running

I sit inside and hide from a better man
I cut and run and it slips right through my hands

I’m going out tonight, and I hope that it hurts
I realize my body’s a lie, and I don’t know which is worse

I have these terrible dreams
I fall from the nest
I break, and I’m free