Moustachioed blues

My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to

My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me

Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues

My moustachioed blues

An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode

I’m irregular

My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you

A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings

My moustachioed blues
I love you

I love you…..

Who you tryin’ to kid.

Who you tryin’ to kid anyway
You’re just a man, on the fray
Falling at the seams
Collecting the shards of all your broken dreams
Sharp enough to cut your wrists

You’ve got desperation in your eyes
It’s in your reflection
Who you despise
You want to be someone else
Who you are, makes you unwell

You’re dying but you figure
Everyone else is dying too
So what does it matter
If you linger
Isn’t that what everyone else is doing anyway?