Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

2009

I knew the reply before I told you these words, therefore I wasn't hurt so much.

It seemed to be awkward, but I was glad I could finally try to talk about my feelings. I do have a problem with opening my heart and feelings to people.

My day hasn't be darkened, only with a bit of more sadness. I would be fine, at least I think I would be able to go through this by myself.

I am still gald that I could let out these words, so i don't need to suffer from more confusion.

What 2009 is going to be like is a myth. However, one thing I do know is I do not want to give up on hope.