Bless you, feathers in the sun Here's to the short straw: broken leg in gum My loneliness is really just a convenience Bless you, feathers in the sun Feathers in the sun I think of all this broken glass The bits of the notes from my notebooks she tore before she left Seldom does the universe ever throw you a bone But this was as if, like, my own fate called me on the phone Here's to being alone Pale moon, passing car Light on wall creeps Ceiling fan, red pill On and On to new things Yellow sweat, fever dreams Outside, a bird sings On and on To better things On to better things So tired of thinking of the past Even when I was in it, I hoped it wouldn't last Fortune favors us, us with more time to grow So thank you for what you have given Dead bird on the road Here's to being alone! Feathers in the sun On to better things On and On to better things On and On to better things On and On to better things On and On to better things On and on