Like the birth of a lamb
Shallow pockets
The skin of a clam
I feel like a fool for falling
In love with your poetry
Pay-paper, paper, papery fingers and
Fickle feelings
But
Like the wounded pigeon
I keep coming back to you
I know one day my wings will drag
And maybe then I'll sing a different tune (laughter)
I feel like a fool
I feel, like a
Like a fool
I feel like a fool