Dead Birds

Damp and cold, shivering inside a broken nest.
Branches bending all of your promises.
Folded wings pinned back, a lifetime spent here with a lack of warmth
And steady air.

Leaving home. abandon you to fly out on my own to face this simple hell.
It's sad to say I know it all to well.
Broken nests meet starving birds, when I have yet to think of words
For thanking you.

I'm feeling empty on the inside knowing things are sure to change,
Shelter sharing feathers in the rain.
Feel it pin your wings, a lifetime spent here kept from better things,
Like warmth and steady air.

Leaving home. abandon you to fly out on my own to face this simple hell.
It's sad to say I know it all to well.
But living breathless has me restless, shaking free and miserable,
So let me fall and die alone.

Damp and cold, shivering inside a broken nest.
Branches bending all of your promises.

We're all dead birds (we're all dead birds with broken wings)
We're all dead birds, we're all just birds with broken wings.