Verse 1: Caught in the same loop, Stuck at the same pace, Circle the wagon Or the drain,

It doesn't matter When we end up in the same place, Just waiting for lines to catch up To the time on our faces.

Time's up The second it hits the sixty When you wind it up, But it's a zero when the hourglass Dries up.

A minute ago we both were dancing on a red line, A short story in a long time.

I used to chase dreams, Now I can barely sleep. Begging to wake up, Buried in the autumn leaves.

Non-apologetic for autonomy Cuz dying for your art for a living Is a false dichotomy.

I try to remember the sounds within the melody, All the syllables and nouns and etymology Bleeding co-dependency With motion in the poetry.

It's all ephemeral Like the fiction in a melody.

Chorus: "I dream of the outside, but I'm Breathing in this emptiness. Why does every sweet little bird fly away and Lead me to an empty nest?"

Verse 2: I remember when I was a kid, And never thought that I was wrong, I just rolled down the hill and ran Back to the top. Now I never fucking feel like I'm enough.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm made of; I've got the logic of my father And the morals of my mother, And the face of them both, And I'm not ashamed of it,

But there are days where The Heart and the Head Are tidally locked And I'm lying in bed And I wanna get away from it.

I'll never be a rock star, I'd never have the guts to make it that far. It's hard enough to play it off And keep pretending that my music Isn't something that I'm halfway proud of.

But at the end of the day, All the ways that I think, And the things that I say Are inherently based On the way I was raised,

And I was taught to keep moving For the ones that you love, So for that, I'm bound to be a good son.

"I dream of the outside, but I'm Breathing in this emptiness. Why does every sweet little bird fly away and Lead me to an empty nest?"

Verse 3: As you can tell from my confessions, I'm a pessimist. I'm a pacifist. I'm not a fighter like my mother, That's obvious.

She kept her head above water Through abuse and through poverty And I choose to always honor that.

She met my dad and gave me a great life, She taught compassion And what was wrong and What was right.

She needs to know that I can see it, She needs to Feel it and believe it. She needs to hear it.

Even when your parents died, When your husband died, When your daughter died, You kept going.

You oughtta know that Ava's growing into someone Who can make.

We were told "life's not fair" And then we proved That we could take it.

So when I'm down I try to shake it off, Cuz you've been through enough.

Now as bad as it gets, You're not alone, You gave me life And a place to call home.

"I dream of the outside, but I'm Breathing in this emptiness. Why does every sweet little bird fly away and Lead me to an empty nest?"

I won't leave you to an empty nest. I won't leave you to an empty nest.