Headless Relatives - North American Birdsong

Ossifrage

Down here among the bones
I've made my meager home
Four grey walls
At least I think they're grey
In the hall
I can hear every word they say

I dye my hair in the sink
I'm just trying not to think
Dull orange strands
I guess it turned out okay
I've stained my hands
It's not like it matters anyway

I turn my music up loud
Throbbing notes become my shroud
I scream along
Neighbors bang on the thin walls
I know it's wrong
But I won't hold back at all

When I walk down the street
People beat a quick retreat
They all stare
I guess I look quite the freak
They're unaware
That I'm just trying to last the week

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Writer(s): Seth Biskind
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