I stare out side my window
Watch the birds I wonder how
All they do
Is eat, sleep, fly, and sing

I sit inside my bedroom
Kind of trapped but mostly sad
I wonder why that cant be
Me and you and all our friends

Bad habits are such hard habits to break and Im still not convinced good habits even exist. But between all the empty bottles and cigarettes you think we would have learned something by now. Self destruction as an art form. Not the prettiest picture, but one I abide to none the less. Ive sang too many songs for someone only fifteen, and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?

Sometimes I
Realize
Why everyone
Wants to kill themselves

Its because
Our hearts still sing
And our ribs
They still cage them

But Ive got new limbs growing
Ten feet taller today
It runs down my back
Here comes the grey again

I get why
People they love to live
Its because
We've got thoughts, thumbs, and other things


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Birdseed song meanings
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