Birdie Chance Lyrics

From the top, from the top

Of the fire escape

I should've never gone to

Picture day

I'll push it far away

But they won't let me if I'm

Not awake

Wear your Sunday best cause I

Know you couldn't wait to handle the

Evening stress that your

Mother's always mentioning cause she's

So obsessed, I am the topic of tonight

And I seem to be underdressed

Who said I was underdressed?

Can you pull up a seat?

I guess your phone isn't dead

I'm waiting patiently

I'm so deep in the red

Is it too late for me?

That's what you always said

To take a brand new leaf

And turn it on its head

Cause I am all alone

And I'm nowhere used to it

You change your tone

To make me feel like an idiot

And I'm finally home but I am

Just as distant

Cause I still believe

In absent intuition

Like practicing religion

Not so well-received

And not so honestly

She's asking permission

She can't make a decision

She can't make up her mind

Lost my number was I wrong

You've been bugging all night long

Trying to keep it cordial

Trying to keep things light

Like a feather

You were tucked inside an old edition

You're not the book you'd like to read

I want to be done but

This isn't what you need

I'm going out of style, don't you know?

I'm stepping on a pile of the glass you broke

I'm like an antique with the curtains closed

But everybody peeks through the window