Ripped Flannel//Flightless Bird

First one button

Then the other

But somehow I've managed to hang onto them

Across multiple states

Every day more of my elbow peeks out

And the open sleeves flap

like a flightless bird's wings

Just stretching out,

Not preparing for anything

Sometimes I feel like a flightless bird

Evolution's cruel joke

I wonder if they know what they're missing out on - that soaring view from above

To them, a bird's eye view is something completely different

It's just what they're looking at

No more, no less

As I am just what you're looking at

No more, no less

Ripped flannel, dirty hair

Because I don't feel the need to mend or wash today

Maybe this bird's eye view isn't what you had expected either

But I'm here all the same

One day I'll sew my elbow back into it,

flannel cocoon 

But today is my day to breathe

And let it all go.