Flightless Bird

When you're a flightless bird with wings
 Sometimes the humor of a bitter god just loses all its novelty
 So now you get too drunk to sleep
 You spend the night driving with one eye closed
 To keep the lines from doubling
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 Replaying the gory scene incessantly
 Forgot the safe word was imaginary
 Forgot about my poor selective memory
 Feeling like a fat kid at the beach who's still weighing
 The pros and cons of weak bulimic teeth
 Means that never reach an end
 That's what you get for living in your head
 You breathe 3 a.m. breath
 And tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best
 You tell yourself that this is for the best