I didn't mean to be a rooster
I didn't mean to tear the morning skies apart
was I your summer in the city
when we made love
did you mistake me for a bard
days are shorter now you hit the road
nights are bigger than they appear
in my rear-view mirror
awake I digest livers
aborted by eager eagle beaks
I drink the blood of soldiers
who died face down in dirty creeks
I didn't need to change the weather
just steal your sleep with a sad song
I lost my voice, I lost my feathers
I lost the right to make a wrong
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