The Birds - Skin Yard

I’m sitting in a rather small room

My walls have nothing to say

I memorize every hole

Squinting eyes all day

Fold me up and bring me home

With the night I cannot stay!

Violence surrounds my house

I’m a loco loser

Springing the noose, stay rather far

I rest from the fact

The birds cover trees on my side

Violence surrounds my house

So I sit on the side

These birds are mine, together

The friends of your blood

I smile, then divide

The birds all take mine

Fold me up and bring me home

No I will not stay

These birds surround my house

I cannot stay

I’m sitting in a rather small room

My walls have nothing to say

I memorize every hole

Squinting eyes all day

Resting from the fact the birds

The birds cover the trees, my side

Violence surrounds my house

So I sit on the side

These birds

My mind

Together

They fly

On the side I hide my eyes

Stole my mind

I feel my flight

The milkman passes through today, on his way

He’s bringing home the noose of mine

The birds are his tree

I’m sitting in a rather small room

My eyes of nothing left to say

I can remember a time I was

As pretty as the day!