Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Kina Grannis
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird jealous weeping
Or lost you American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide
Fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you
Flightless bird grounded bleeding
Or lost you American mouth
Big pill stuck going down