Birdland

Standing at the edge of pools
The spires mounting every toll

Toiled away, I toiled away

The longest drive
Manic
Counting stars
I’m your fool

Gravitating towards the edge of cliffs my burdens pushed me toward
Luxury forgetting she’s a mistress I cannot afford
To follow in the fatal steps of those who stole my final breath
Stopping is not an option now, my self control is running out

Blossomed forth from coral blues
Now back to my most solemn roots

My self control is running out