OUR SUNDAY AFFAIRS LYRICS

"Birdseed"

I stare out side my window
Watch the birds I wonder how
All they do is eat, sleep, fly, and sing
I sit inside my bedroom
Kind of trapped but mostly sad
I wonder why that can't be
me and you and all of our friends

Bad habits are such hard habits to break
and I'm still not convinced good habits even exist
But between all the empty bottles and cigarettes
you think we would have learned something by now
Self destruction as an art form
Not the prettiest picture, but one I abide to none the less
I've sang too many songs about love for someone only fifteen,
and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?

Sometimes I realize
Why everyone wants to kill themselves
It's because our hearts still sing
And our ribs , they still cage them

But I've got new limbs growing
Ten feet taller today
It runs down my back
Here comes the grey again

I get why
People they love to live
It's because we've got thoughts, thumbs, and other things

We can still stand to learn a thing or two to think about ourselves
But then again, what do I know?

So wake up and grow up, you might as well shut up

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