Ambulant

How the hell is it already November

At least that’s what we’re supposed to talk about

The way time flies by, how it’s cold outside

how it’s dark when it’s supposed to be light

All I want to do is fly to Japan

Spill my guts and let them fall 30,000 feet

I’m afraid of heights, seeing my own blood

But I bleed either way unaware

I’m only just now an ambulant lover

Haven’t walked very far out of bed

I knew my broken legs all along

Even loved them and named them like dogs