it's nesting season

It's nesting season, which means a lesser goldfinch
Comes to my bedroom window
Every morning between seven and nine
And then she fights with the bird inside my window
Not knowing that she's fighting herself
And her territory is fine

And when I watch her I wonder if she'll ever know
That all her worries are nothing but a trick of the light
And she could save most of her energy
If she simply just chose not to fight

And then I think of myself and all my worries
My stressors and my hurries
Maybe the biggest ones are self-imposed
Or maybe my window goldfinch knows something that I don't
So just to be safe I suppose, I'll

Fight every reflection that I see
'Cause it could just be me
Or it could be another me that's stuck inside
And tryin' to get free
Don't you know I'm ready to brawl?
Just in case, there's a small chance that one of them is a doppelgänger

That wants to steal all of my seeds and my sticks!
They're my needs, I can't fix my nest
If this handsome asshole keeps on making faces at me!
Not a bird, I'm a man
But I will, and I can
Punch you right in the throat if you get too close, just wait and see!

And so I'm grateful my favourite lesser goldfinch
Keeps tapping at my window
Because I think it is surely a sign
That if I keep up with my self-sabotaging
It's actually productive, and it means that everything will be fine