BIRDBRAIN

BIRDBRAIN - Will Stetson

Composed by：Jamie Paige

Produced by：Jamie Paige

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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 c- c- c- c- c- c- c- caw-

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 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 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

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?

Is my ignorance just manufactured dread?