when did the birds go silent

what happened

when did we grow up

why did we let go

just yesterday we were kids

creating worlds of bliss for ourselves

beneath the peach trees

with dirt on our knees

and the birds sang our song

today we’re still kids

just kids with responsibilities

drowning in expectations

trying to create worlds of bliss

with bloodshot eyes

and smoke in the air

putting lines in our skin

counting our sins

or trying to free our souls

we’re still beneath the peach trees

with dirt on our knees

but the birds aren’t singing our song

they don’t sing at all

the birds are silent

our hearts are silent

what happened

when did we grow up

why did we let go

a little playlist of how my brain feels:

ribs, lorde

softcore, the neighborhood

sex, drugs, etc., beach weather