Look at me
I'm a pirate, fiercely defending my ship.
A wide coloured scarf covers my forehead
I climb a lamppost with a knife placed in-between my teeth
Fighting off butterflies and spiders on my way to the top
It's Indian summer and they are not supposed to be here
The sound of a saxophone playing, coming from somewhere
Or is it just in my head
I'm building a fortress of empty bottles
The sun hits the sharp ankles in the glass
Twisting the light, blinding me
If I build this fortress around your heart
I'd might be free of walking on the mines I laid out
Land.... I see land but my parrot's off