The days are darker
The wind is closer
The fire is high maintenance
The kitchen's colder
The knives are sharper
The washing up has been here for weeks
There's someone squatting above my ceiling
You'd never know but for the cracks
The pool is frozen where it is leaking
I haven't had the time to care
I am a crow trying to fly
But my wings were broken before I knew why
Up for adoption at the age of 35
For some unknown reason they're keeping me alive
The separation must be the reason
For telling the others apart
Condemned to boredom
The condensation
Sits comfortably on all my body parts
If I go down to the station
I'll get for whatever that I ask
These days are darker
We've all got our mark-up
The schools all close at this time of year
I am a crow trying to fly
But my wings were broken before i knew why
Up for adoption at the age of 35
For some unknown reason they're keeping me alive
There's a marker in the mud that tells you why the kitchen's shut
We haven't eaten for 43 days
A page is missing from the book
I didn't know until I looked
But it's important if you want to know the rules