Catcher in the Rye

Your heart is void and you're rolling in regret
You can only remember what you want to forget
So take my gun, try to replenish your faith
So listen when I tell you
Before calamity begins
Killing a mockingbird is my only sin

At the steep edge of this cliff of innocence
The birds have been flying south ever since
And we have changed in ways I can't explain
And I, I was never your catcher in the rye

I made the sun, I made it for you
But with eyes like fireflies you see right through
Sit on your porch and pluck your bitter strings
Let the devil scorch you
As you hear my weak heart poem
But in the end it's nothing poetic at all

At the steep edge of the cliff of innocence
The birds have been flying south ever since
And we have changed in ways I can't explain
And I, I was never your catcher in the rye

Freedom is just another word
For having nothing left in this world
And look inside my mind now
And I swear that you will find
There's something I should know this time

At the steal edge of the cliff of innocence
The birds have been flying south ever since
And we have changed in ways I can't explain
And I, I was never one catcher in the rye