Fly
Spoons in my back pocket.
Ready for any moment.
I threw up all these red flags,
and now you've dodged them all.
They popped up with no offense.
Ran far with no good fighting defense.
Paint flying.
Clearest colors.
Naked in skin.
This canvas was sewn together,
Constricted and bound at each seam.
Nothing will shatter.
Driving away, reflectors in the mirror.
A blinding light to endear.
Two hands stretched out,
Grabbing at the fear.
Spoons in my back pocket.
Ready for any moment.
I threw up all these red flags,
and now you've dodged them all.
They popped up with no offense.
Ran far with no good fighting defense.
Paint flying.
Clearest colors.
Naked in skin.
This canvas was sewn together,
Constricted and bound at each seam.
Nothing will shatter.
Driving away, reflectors in the mirror.
A blinding light to endear.
Two hands stretched out,
Grabbing at the fear.
