Pictures of Birds

When I've got nothing to do
I draw you, not that well
When I've got nothing to prove
I thank you, and some others
Wait up my shoes untied
And you're there, taking pictures of birds
When you play your music loud
I know you're either angry, happy, or sad

Oh the first, the last
It's over
We can only fix it on our own
And you could have it all
And you could have it all

Only on a day like this
Could I find myself in denial
Of the love of the world
It could be so beautiful
If I saw my way
Beyond the rough exterior
The dirty mirror
The desperate man
With left hand appearance
I am inconsolable
I am inconsolable
I am inconsolable
And I don't believe in hope
but it get the joke

Oh the first, the last
It's over
We can only fix it on our own
And you could have it all
And you could have it all



Credits
Writer(s): Jarod Sturycz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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