tin foil blue jay Lyrics

I'd run away if not for a lack of clean socks

I'd run away from all my parents' worries if not for all the worrying my mother does

We're sitting on the floor of your father's room

And you're playing a song only you can hear

That's alright, I'm going deaf in my left ear

I'm not my parents

But I am my parents' child

I'm not my parents

But I sure as hell am my parents' child

Not quite sad but not quite anything else

I'm tired so I'll stay up feeling sorry for myself

Going to bed hoping I'll sleep through the day

I'm still a kid, I'm still a tin foil blue jay

There's a filmmaker I like sitting on my couch

Don't know he got in but he seems to be taking the words right from my mouth

And after all this, there's something wise in his face

He tells me, "It's all gonna be worth the mess"

I'm not my parents

But I am my parents' child

I'm not my parents

But I sure as hell am my parents' child

Watch that movie again and bawl my eyes out

Love letter to kids afraid of the world outside their hometown

The warm weather's been good to me,

I've been growing into my body nicely

You could sit in my gender like a throne

I'm still a kid

I'm still a tin foil blue jay

I'm still a kid

I'm still a tin foil blue jay

I'm still a kid

I'm still a tin foil blue jay

I'm still a kid

I'm still a tin foil blue jay

I'm still a kid

I'm still a tin foil blue jay

In my dream, I'm going too fast around corners

I'm tearing your shirt, you've got me by the collar

There's a director I like...