Paper Birds - The Slip

Well I often think about her when the night comes and I’m walking the road

And I know I’d never trace her, I can barely begin to barely place her

chronologically

Just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses, now lesses which martyr me

If I’d really think about it, it’s all I’d ever think about.

My land lord, has been shooting bullets into paper birds

Heh, when he’s drunk, he’s immaculate, especially before noon

What I’m trying to do, with these paper birds

Is to find a better way to lead one that’s more accurate

And I’ll practice my aim, and I’ll masculine my game

And I’ll know songs well before it leaves my lips.

When the lady finished crying I knew I had to say something to comfort her

But I all I’ve learned from love, is that what you love can be what destroys you

Loves just a flower fading congratulating your vanity’s champion

It’s the blood I want to shed before old or even dead.

My land lord, has been shooting, bullets into paper birds

And he’s last, of a dying breed.

A pharmacist with wings

What I’m trying to do with these paper birds, is to find a way to lead one

that’s more accurate

And I’ll take, these targets that I hit they can go on, my refrigerator for all

my friends to see