Lyrics Flight but Not Metaphor - Wreck and Reference

Flight but Not Metaphor

Back into resentment you went, through the glass house door.
The mind fills up
and absorbs, does away with waste in the wake of drift
We’re too damned sick yellow to ever leave then the drawbacks appear,
no other worlds, no sky.
Couldn’t bring in my drawings to share them with you
In the end, any particular feeling must die.
Its light sinks into decay and its
oceans lock in ice.
The direction of survival doesn’t matter.
Whichever hands
you hold, bones will sow what earth remains
I wish I could say the passage of time is our friend, from whirling temptations
fell outcomes of laughter, resentment, abuse
It made us so sick we couldn’t ever leave, except leave our bodies behind in an
orgy of defamation and booze
In the end, nothing profound ever came, the glitter of each others eyes drying
while we’re in the same room
Still meeting where mattresses caved, sheets like low hanging clouds.
Enjoying ephemeral freedom
One time I let go one hundred tiny birds, they fluttered a painting,
deserving flight but not metaphor