I wish i had a blue bird in my heart,
to have something inside,
something that i could pour whiskey on,
or hide from the whores and the bartenders,
but for weeks i've been trying to find my blue bird,
to blame him,
to have something to blame,
to be able to choose if i want to keep it or not.
something good or bad,
Today i found him,
he was right in front of me laughing after i brush my teeths.