There’s a bluebird
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him
I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
Charles Bukowski, you genius. Today’s inspiration, when I can’t find words of my own to describe exactly how I feel.
