Birdie
I've a nervous disposition and a flinch a mile wide
I wanna make it outta this street, I know I'll make it out alive
Well the east wind blows the west-bound boys away from LA, sure
But every time I close my eyes I can't help but think 'bout what I'm gunning towards
You can sell your soul for credit or try and sing for rich folk type
There's a hair salon on Broad Street, let me in at any time
Well the gestures and the "Get Well Soons" about as pretty as it gets
Cause behind those big blue eyes there comes a voice that tells me "what a mess"
Come back and make me a birdie
Hold me so the truth doesn't hurt me
I know, my skull's on the rocks, babe
Lay down and tell me you need me
Fly up, and carry me gently
I know, I've got something left to prove
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
I wanna make it outta this street, I know I'll make it out alive
Well the east wind blows the west-bound boys away from LA, sure
But every time I close my eyes I can't help but think 'bout what I'm gunning towards
You can sell your soul for credit or try and sing for rich folk type
There's a hair salon on Broad Street, let me in at any time
Well the gestures and the "Get Well Soons" about as pretty as it gets
Cause behind those big blue eyes there comes a voice that tells me "what a mess"
Come back and make me a birdie
Hold me so the truth doesn't hurt me
I know, my skull's on the rocks, babe
Lay down and tell me you need me
Fly up, and carry me gently
I know, I've got something left to prove
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
There's a blue jay singing at my door
Gonna run me out, try an' take my clothes, but I
Ain't gonna let him take my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Cayden Saive, Luke Webb
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