My cat’s got a righting reflex,
When she finds herself falling,
When she finds herself falling,
When she finds herself falling,
Falling, falling, falling through space.
She rights herself up with a twist of her spine,
Lands with a plop on her feet and she’s fine,
However she falls, she finds herself upright before you can blink.
She rights herself up when she’s falling through space,
Lands with that nonchalant look on her face,
Like her gyroscopic gymnastic display was the easiest thing.
And I’ve got a writing reflex,
When I find myself falling,
When I find myself falling,
When I find myself falling,
Falling, falling, falling apart.
I write myself down in this notebook I found
That I carry around when I walk around town.
I write myself down and I find myself downright mysterious and strange.
I write myself down when I’m falling apart,
Doesn’t put me together, but hey, it’s a start.
When I’m down on the page and not stuck in my head, at least I can think.
My cat’s got a righting reflex,
When she finds herself falling,
When she finds herself falling,
When she finds herself falling,
Falling, falling, falling through space.
And I’ve got a writing reflex,
When I find myself falling,
When I find myself falling,
When I find myself falling,
Falling, falling, falling apart.
She rights herself up with a twist of her spine,
Lands with a plop on her feet and she’s fine,
However she falls, she finds herself upright before you can blink.
I write myself down in this notebook I found
When I walk around town.
I write myself down and I find myself downright mysterious and strange.
I write myself down when I’m falling apart,
Doesn’t put me together, but hey, it’s a start.
When I’m down on the page and not stuck in my head, at least I can think.
She rights herself up when she’s falling through space,
With that look on her face,
Like her gyroscopic gymnastic display was the easiest thing.
She rights herself up and I write myself down,
We spin round in circles then land on the ground.
She lands on her feet and I land into trouble more often than not.
She lands with such grace and such poise on the floor,
I land on my face, mixing my metaphors.
We turn and we turn and we turn, and then somehow we turn out alright.
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