Birds

Alright, what are we doing here?
Ahh!

You're workin' and you're already sting by your finger
Rollercoaster love in the hair
You wanna pop a bubble, but you know it's only trouble
'Cause you think that no one really will care

Wham bam, it's a scam, you're the man, we're your friends
We go nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices that reminded you of voices
Sayin' that nothing's really better today

Oh, what hate, wanna be unknown
And if I can't decide, I'll get it on my own

Say you got a leak, you know the reason I want a bitch
Said the plais room that are leaving you scared
You're steady and your eye when you're tryin' seein' double
And you never know the places you've been

Can't see it, can you hear real trip dine on air
Well, something's ready better than they are
We couldn't tell it wanted, and it almost broke my heart
A situation like just a fair

You can never do anything
That's never been done before
You can try a different style
But you'll end up the same as before
Wasted

Instead of tryin' east and wide, you can try thinkin' of
We got nothing better all day
Stand out in the gutter, you're the only one retarded
Get a feeling then a feeling go away

Oh, what hate, wanna be unknown
If I can't decide, I'll get it on my own

Tired of my own, you know that I can't resist her
She even knows I'm moving toward Maine
She calls at my gun and she leaves me at the bind
Then she's runnin', I should clear the way

Wham bam, it's a scam, you're the man, we're your friends
We got nothin' better to say
So we make our only choices with our minds and make our voices
Says that nothing's really better today

You can never do anything
That's never been done before
You can try a different style
But you always end up on the floor
Wasted



Credits
Writer(s): Gibson Haynes, Jeffrey Coffey, Paul Walthall, Jeffrey Pinkus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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