Just a stapler and paper.
I wear a feather on my ear, for hopes I can escape.

You hang over me, Like a drape.
But no, drapes are soft, thin, and moldable.

That isn't us, no.
That isn't us.
No.
No.

You are a drape, ...yes
My mind is in trance again.
Laying down in a trance
"You put me in a trance"
says the strange man, the fiancee.

I search, desperately tracing the windows...
I search the trees for nests I can fly in.

No.
No.

What am I saying?
I lost track. 

Stupid Girl
When will your ignorance crack?

This drape, its like a heavy stapler on me...the paper.

Oh young paper.
You are to be stapled in place!....like it?

"Are you a stapler too, strange man?" the fiancee....
No you are a drape, gentle, soft and sweet?

As sweet as razors
As subtle as half truths, sliding off the walls
like dripping clean paint over dirty walls.

Don't ignore me, my muffled speech says
Under the stapler
Under the sounds of dripping

Stapler, stamping forced happiness
On the hand that runs up my knee

Stamp me stapler.
"How could you be so selfish?, don't you realize..."
"you are being stapled by the finest?!"

It is a privilege you see,
Blind eyed bird girl, I see better than you
Let your lips unfurl.


Don't cry , don't lie.
You know you're happy deep down inside.

Bird Girl
Don't you know clipped wings are just for freedom
Thats what you're really feeling
Why are you kneeling

Bird Girl
Stupid Girl 
Lost Girl
Paper Girl

You are not to cry because....

You are mine, my clean pearl...mine, for ME. 


So shut up.

I love you.