This morning I ran hard. Ran very hard. Ran harder than I have. My lungs were screaming at me. My stomach hurt. My heart was pounding out of my chest.
I get in the car, turn the radio on. This song was playing...
"Flightless Bird, American Mouth"
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down
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