Hummingbird
You hit the window
Don't pretend
You really didn't know
You deceived
Everyone else in here
But I can see
You do this every year
My whole fifth-grade class stayed up and prayed
Prayed for you
Our knees got wet in the grass for the mess you made
It stained us too
Our parents broke the news
They were saying that you weren't gonna make it
We got back to scuffing shoes
And drawing pictures of each other naked
Pretty, pretty birdie, won't you flap your wings and make some peace
Hummingbird
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please
Don't say that word
You know it's getting ugly
When the principal goes on the evening news
And the counselor says I love you all
And you can come and see me if you choose
My brother said the teachers' lounge was full of wadded tissues
My mother said when I got home, Come here, I wanna kiss you
And I stayed up all night
To see if you would put up a fight
Really puts the "hammer" in hammered dulcimer. Meditative, droning, misanthropic black metal with an unusual instrument at the center of it all. The Camellias