Ovenbird
Stray cats running free
Through the leaves and
Through the breeze
All gone just like they were
Never, ever there
And I can't help but look
Or stare, reading a book
As the wind dances
Through your wavering hair
And I'm glad I stuck around
And I'm glad that I am still
Here
In my present state
I broke and buried my slates
Of the past lives that could've been
Friends
And I built myself a nest
A place I could confess
In a song for all my
Friends
And I know it's just a song
Sort of short and uncouth
And I know it's just a song
But I swear to you
It's the truth
Autor(es): River Trash