Things That I Should Sing

I’m gonna write a song and name it things that I should sing
I never wanna talk ever again but I’ll give in to say what Kenny should’ve said
We’re every chocolate bird stationed patient on a fence
And sudden thumps they scare us into flying crying over all the perched and dirt we left
In quiet smile I dream of a crock catching and hatching me
Felt melting my crackling outside so’s to expose my guts all gooey
Yet, in everstatic I squeeze, bracing and beg “please, please, don’t hurt me”
Gonna paint on the insides of my eyelids
“From what I hide and what I seek is always free”
So I pulled at all my chains until I finally was unglued
And now the gravity has switched to me and under all this weight I finally feel a truth
I can never kill the me that now lives inside of you
I love you so I have to let you go and you can finally take a walk in your own shoes
I’m not about to crack you open, that’s not my paradise to play
Though my outsides are broken I ask you to quell my tempt and never paint
The entropic heat of all my innards keep me warm but I’ll always ask you to stay
And keep the company to my cool roof
From what I hide and what I seek is always me