A bird flies out

A bird flies out
And over the rooftops
Down past the cars in my line of view.
Its a strange beginning
Comic and awkward grace
In a picture, on the table
Im in a red dress
Waiting for a reason
Holding a tightly packed suitcase
Maybe Im too jaded to love somebody like you.
Maybe I want to love my dream thatll never come true.
Someone who is real, oh, gets in the way
And moves inside my heart, not just my head
Interfering with how I want to feel
How do I want to feel
How do I want to feel
I wonder
You could be water to me
I might be wine
The stars have all faded here
They give us no sign
Is this the right time ?
The smoke curls up and ribbons the air away
From my nervous fingers.
Cigarette sputters, a tired reluctant burn
In a picture, on the table
You are a driver peering past the moment
Holding the wheel until it turns
Maybe Im too jaded to love somebody like you.
Maybe I want to love my dream thatll never come true
Someone who is real gets in the way
And moves inside my heart, not just my head
Interfering
With how I want to feel
How do I want to feel
I wonder
How do I want to feel
How do we want to feel
How do we want to feel
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder...
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...