The Birds

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!