The bluebird doesn't know when to cry
The blackbird wouldn't know to even try
Too busy being baked into a pie.
God knows myself, I'd prefer to fry.
The songbird forgets all the words
Just holds its breath in silence til it bursts
And it splatters on the window pane
That somebody just cleaned today.
And all I do is sit and wonder why
While they fly past and shit into the sky
And all I do is wish that I could fly
And all I do is wish that I won't die.
A bird would never be a good ally
Feathers stick together
that leaves me playing the bad guy
They don't understand the rules I abide by
And find very different means to me to getting high
I could never trust a thing with such tiny eyes
A window to the soul with the curtain tied.
I'm not a black bird in a blue sky Or a blue bird in the deep
I am just a bitch that's jealous of the company they keep.
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