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Browns and grays surround me

Inside strings of steel keep me caged

In this dead space, inside this cocoon

I am developing, I am growing wings

So maybe when I emerge the wind will carry me away



The dust on the coffee table reminds me that everything falls down

So will this chain that keeps me attached keep me hanging or will it snap

I guess it’s really all up to you

I guess it’s up to you if you open your hand and let me fall in

I hope you let me call you when I don’t know where else to go



Pop the cap off the top of everything contained

I think I’m suffocating myself inside myself

Living and recreating my every past regret

I am deprecating, I am clipping my own wings

So let me know when I emerge if you’ll catch me or not



The rust on the nail head reminds me that only what’s exposed is seen

So will this plank in my eye scratch away my sight or will it enhance it

I guess it’s really all up to you

I guess it’s up to you if you open your hand and let fall in

I hope you let me call you when I don’t know where else to go