Flat Provo from CW: Loss by Breakfast In Silence

Here’s how caged birds sing real loud till they wear themselves out:

When the only concert I was allowed to go to was held on sunday mornings,
I’d sneak out my window to gaze at local stars.
You could find me leaned against the subwoofers, yelling the words I knew,
(Flutter something in my eager little heart.)

I knew that was what I wanted, it was all I learned how to do.

When they tore down the mortuary, we were all pretty disappointed
that it wasn’t the aroma of cinnamon and bodies burning.

I died screaming in a basement in Rexburg.
Either that, or I finally woke up.
As the sun and steam rose over the coffee shop, a bird fell through the trees.

Here’s how caged birds sing real loud till they wear themselves out.

• Punk
• Rock
• emo
• indie
• soul punk
• Salt Lake City