When the telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren't afraid to die
The end of paralysis, I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier
And I never thought this life was possible
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for
brighteyes
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