I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care who knows. I recognize my Siamese self, and he’s ready to go. I’m going out tonight, and I don’t care if you’re coming. I sent a message in a telepathic grin, and I know how to keep running.
I sit inside and hide from a better man. I cut and run and it slips right through my hands.
I’m going out tonight, and I hope that it hurts. I realize my body’s a lie, and I don’t know which is worse.
I have these terrible dreams. I fall from the nest. I break, and I’m free