so F**K
so unsure
before it's even heard
never confident in a single word
this bird, expert in the absurd
number one in life that has been deferred
it hurts this relentless introvert
but inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind
so i keep my time, so far out of line
and when the day turns night
i can't help but
cry so loudly
i slant devoutly
tell me what about me is built so wrong?
there's so much passion
but more i'm lacking
i wish that i could
but i falter on the forethought
i keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
achromatic twisted aeronaut
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
hit me with the flap down
crash into the soft ground
(foul!)
ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak
(so weak!)
so put my neck up on the chopping block
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't think my head is coming off
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!
so S**T
so unsure
before it's even heard
i can't toe the border with my eyes so blurred
this bird, constantly overturned
ten-time unwitting champion of being spurned
so when you go, i won't cry
'cause even though it hurts
it's the thousandth time
don't stay
cause I don't even know what i'd do anyway
i'm so damn selfish
i can't live like this
so be my witness
i won't back down
i'll play the hero
divide the zero
so i wanna hear you- s- say- something?
and i falter as an afterthought
i keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
apathetic aching argonaut
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
hit me with the flap down
crashing with a loud sound
(foul!)
apoplectic and pathetic as can be
(not me!)
i put my neck upon the chopping block
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't think my head is coming off
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
can you tell me if you think that i should stop?
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!
is it all for a show?
in the golden hour you seem to know no fear
is it really true?
that a bird like me could never think like you?
is it all in my head?
in my ignorance just manufactured dread?
when i've naught but my pride
can you take a look and
say you like what i've got instide?
so i falter on the second thought
i keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
counterfeited crooning cosmonaut
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop
hit me with the flap down
mired in the earthbound
(foul!)
bilious baby braying babble bent her beak
(what a freak!)
i put my neck upon the chopping block
a BIRDBRAIN
baby, i don't think my head is coming off
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!
can you tell me if you think that i should stop?
baby, i don't know when i'm supposed to stop!
Baby F**K
