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Bird Andrew

I knew this one girl Drowned in her own curls Candy colored swirls That never seemed to end I could not comprehend Half what she said to me So casually

This isn't your song, this isn't your music How can there be wrong, when by committee They choose it all, they choose it all You're gonna grow old, you

Sometimes when I am worth it And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind Doesn't have my best interests in mind To times like these that my feet

If you come to find me affable Build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile? So will you come to burn an effigy? It

Tenuous at best was all he had to say when pressed about the rest of it, the world that is from proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek

this isn?t your song this isn?t your music how can they be wrong when by committee they choose it all? they choose it all chin chin chin chin you?re

bored holes through our tongues to sing a song about it held our breath for too long ?til we?re half sick about it tell us what we did wrong and you

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect but their yolk isn't easy in

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain we'll give you a complex and we'll give