The Birds

Ohhh, i hate when I sing, hate feeling naked
Ohhh, I hate that I made this, hard to embrace it all
I swear I'm out
I'm out of inventions now
I swear I'm out
I'm out of intention

Ohhh, paper and plastic, nothing to last with
Ohhh, fall for a label act like you're stable
I swear to fly, don't mind the weather
I swear I might

Gone with the birds and the rain
Along with the words you were saying
Gone with the birds and the rain
Along with the words you were saying

I could live in a big house
Fall asleep in my own cloud
I could be on my own that'd be fine
Hope that you know that i'm

Sorry, guess I'm not used to the ground
(I could live in a big house)
I'm sorry
(Fall asleep in my own cloud)
Sorry, guess I'm not made for this town
(I could be on my own that'd be fine)
I'm sorry

Don't they know I have had enough?
Oh oh
Don't they know I have had enough?
Oh, oh well



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Larsen, Skylar Mccreery
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