This morning
I woke up crying
So I lit myself on fire.
I walked out of my body
Like a zombie out for brains

I knew I wasn’t me
I could see myself
From the outside
I didn’t like what I’d seen

I found a revolver in the grass
I shot it in the air
But I didn’t hear a sound
Until a tiny bird dropped out of the sky

I held it in my hands
And sang it a lullaby
I went to sleep crying.

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