Theres some things I dont have now
Some things I dont talk about
These things are between myself and I
In my thick skull the joker hides

Theres consequences Im scared to taste
Cold hard truths I cant face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass

And everywhere I look theres something to learn
A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
Dont answer the question of where we belong

How come birds
Dont fall from the sky when they die?
How come birds
Always look for a quiet place to hide
These words
Cant explain what I feel inside?
Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark

And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Dont answer the question of what I am to you Las

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