Doves + Hawks

The sun sets at an awkward angle when you're lying on your back,
but the stars always stay the same
The sand is so soft like a pillow made from the feathers of a sparrow
like the ones that crowded around your feeder on the day we went away.
They flew too. And from, from their meal to a tree resting their heads and looking for company
I'm like that in the way that when I see something worth doing I continue until it's done
'cause half a plate of food is too much to waste.
Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks.
I've got a broken wrench, a screwdriver with no head, and a drill with no battery,
but fixing you is still worth a try.
Because I'm not going to give up because a few screws are loose.
No, we've got too much potential and don't say it's the distance
because it's never been a problem before.
Besides, two hours is like two minutes when you close your eyes and dream.
Pensacola has never been as bright as it is now, and when I look at that map it looks back at me and smiles.
Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks.
For now I will let the west dictate the light,
who needs a flashlight when you got the moon?
Maybe I'm better off without you leaning on my shoulder,
but I'd rather be worse than not by your side.