I thought she was an angel sitting at my table
but she was a bird who just joined me
in the morning when I felt like drowning
but I couldn’t but I wouldn’t cause I never
give up because you always find me and
make me want to be me again
or you send me a bird and I feel your kisses
and when gone I miss it
so no matter what’s going on
I pick up my own pieces and yours
realizing I’ve done it before
like Phoenix and that
fire burns me no more
cause I am the fire when I want
or … when … I lose control