i cannot bend my arms to look like wings

in the morning i always think, i could stay
right here and forget how the human voice sounds but today
is not the day i throw my thoughts in reverse
and when i step outside i start coughing from the cold

passive hallways make me wish i was a wolf
but when i bare my teeth, everyone assumes
the flash of white is just a shiny patch of wool
sometimes i feel like a fucking sedan

but sometimes i feel like a kid sitting in the sand
making castles that no one lives in
the slippery grains make it hard to stand
back up but it's okay, i'm in my own little world down here