Blackwinged Bird - Emm Gryner

Night can’t come quick enough

My faults shine in the sun

A train bridge of spies

Watches all the cars collide

I roll my green sleeves over ruby

I don’t blame you for doing it to me

Real girls don’t take aim

Like kings do these days

I made my mind up to be a black-winged bird

Never turn my head for how things were

Leave the bluest skies for boys to burn

And I’ll soar on my way

Sad as the state

Of things we can’t change

Now we’re paper dolls all aflame

In houses that all look the same

Rows of regret

An arson for a wilderness

I hide my saints in the willow trunk

You started me on this junk

Now my black lungs are blue

But I’m still singing to you