Like Flowers Ache for Spring - The Winter Passing

Watching life behind my window sill

Trying to motivate myself with everything

Is this what it’s like when your wings are cut?

I used to be reaching to touch the sun

Heavy breathing when I think about leaving the house

Harboring feelings inside of my chest when I’m like «whatever» to everything

Still coughing water from the last time that you let me drown without a single

thought

Heavy breathing when I think about leaving the house

But I don’t have to go to work this week

I can sit with my dog all day

I just need to keep telling myself that everything’s kind of okay