BIRDBRAIN Explicit

So, fuck So unsure, before it's even heard Never confident in a single word This bird, expert in the absurd Number one in life that has been deferred It hurts this relentless introvert But inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind So I keep my time, so far out of line And when the day turns night, I can't help but Cry so loudly, I slant devoutly Tell me, what about me is built so wrong? There's so much passion, but more I'm lacking I wish that I could But I falter on the forethought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Achromatic twisted aeronaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak So put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop So, shit So unsure, before it's even heard I can't toe the border with my eyes so blurred This bird, constantly overturned Ten-time unwitting champion of being spurned So when you go, I won't cry 'Cause even though it hurts, it's the thousandth time Don't stay 'cause I don't even know what I'd do anyway I'm so damn selfish, I can't live like this So be my witness, I won't back down I'll play the hero, divide the zero So I wanna hear you s-say something And I falter as an afterthought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off A pathetic aching argonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crashing with a loud sound Apoplectic and pathetic as can be I put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Can you tell me if you think that I should stop? Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Is it all for a show? In the golden hour, you seem to know no fear Is it really true? That a bird like me could never think like you Is it all in my head? Is my ignorance just manufactured dread? When I've naught but my pride Can you take a look and say you like what I've got inside? So I falter on the second thought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off A counterfeited crooning cosmonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, mired in the earthbound Bilious baby, braying babble bent her beak I put my neck upon the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, tell me if you think that I should stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby- fuck