Birds

There's a bird outside my house and it's trying to tell me something

There's a cloud of smoke out there as I turn into nothing, oh

What I wouldn't give to have wings like that upon my back

I'd soar for miles and miles until I change my mind and turn around

I can't communicate the need that I'm faced with

It's strange but somehow always makes sense

When I write it in text and the next time I see you I want to dissolve that checks out

I've been spending far too long trying to analyze my psyche

And I've come to the conclusion you're all exactly like me, oh