BIRDBRAIN (feat. OK Glass)

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 (foul!)

Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak)

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

Apathetic 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 (foul!)

Apoplectic and pathetic as can be (not me!)

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!

(Why did it sound like that?)

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?

(Oh God!)

(Oh!)

(My penis!)

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 (foul!)

Bilious baby braying babble bent her beak (what a freak)

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

Baby, tell me if you think that I should stop

Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop!

Baby-, fuck!