I watch your feathers float
from the spare bedroom
and spill out into the hall.
I want to set you on the mantle.
Can I push the ringlets on your
cheek behind your ear,
if that's alright?
It's my favorite place to live.
I hear your silver voice
leaking from your mouth
and carving through the walls.
Must I lock it with the jewelry?
You've got the tidiest and the
jauntiest little figure
I've ever seen.
You control the games of forfeit.
You dream of a thrill not known.
Of a passion that you
can't imagine.
And a life that plays upon a stage.
And you think the worst of me
'cos I sneak around
trying to steal your oranges.
A man, he needs his vitamins.
You might find me boring but
I don't care. I don't care.
I don't care. I don't care.
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