Staring Down the Barrel of a Word Called Can't

I've got a little bird lives in a little nest
The hours of the fire flames are burning below as it rests
I fold my knees into my heart and press my palms in the wet bark
And every time the branches burn oh come on burn me closer now

I've got this feeling that the past never happened
That memories and who I was are gone to never again

I am a paper plane riding on the weather although
Progress never can be made we're separate forever
I'm gonna try and fly straight not
A-gust in the wind and I'm feeling kind of slim and I

Got a reason to quit as far as I know and I
Can feel it draining out of my loose skin

Gon get away gonna leave today I'm not in the business of looking back
When I look on ahead I see staring at me my own face in the sheets of swirling snow
The wind it breaks on the mountaintops in the traps of the world in Siberia

The footprints left behind of me are getting scared of me scared of me wandering away from home
Each step I take into the deep unknown are my own and I'll waste it away
Away away away away
Even when I think that it's as good as all your shit baby oh no it isn't is it
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

I've got a fire in my gut keeps my throat lit
But every line that's coming up just sounds just like total shit

Now I'm looking for a cure for bleach stains bleach stains
The clouds and I are all the same can't sneeze can't rain

I've got a little bird laying in a little bed
Tossing and a-turning with flames in it's little head