lo-fi music video
"Scared Little Birds" lyrics:
So keep your goddam favours in the journal where you write
See I'm closing up the shop, there's nothing left of me inside
and while you're making friendly and your body's near exploding
I'll be staying in tonight for an evening of self-loathing
I burdened you with kisses, used to sadden you with sight
I wasn't strong enough to leave and you weren't weak enough to fight
I guess you think you're slick but there's no sure way of knowing
How you wrap me cozy, tight for an evening of self-loathiing
Are you afraid, like I was so afraid that I was had?
Is it absurd? It feels so fucking good to feel this bad
My friends should entertain me but their stories have run thin
Every character is loyal to the one I knew back when
My eyes they must be burning, their concern is not consoling
So I'll trade them in tonight for an evening of self-loathing
Pretending not to notice in the buzz-kill that ensues
All the worshippers hung over, they were sleeping in the pews
Like frat-boys playing chicken, you were brave until it counted
Going swimming in the dark, now the dark's got us surrounded
Are you afraid, like I was so afraid that I was had?
Is it absurd? It feels so fucking good to feel this bad
Well you know, (despite the fact it ain't true)
One day I'll be fine without you
Find a girl down south, explore her mouth
and I won't thing about you
I could reach you yet
The boldest threat is "I'll forget"
Just maybe I'll tell you I've had it
Slam the door get real dramatic
Hoping you'll be fooled to think that I was sort of charismatic
but my kind clings to words
We clutch our branches like scared little birds
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