Birds
Good Looking Friends
Teach me what to say
Get high and hide away
Shuttering the rage
Kitchen jokes and double plays
The wall was built, we'll carry that guilt
'til our dying day
The vanities and charities
Still made sense to me
Tomorrow, go to work;
Pretened I barely know you
'til thursday blooms and we resume
This rail-carting masquerade
But I can't stand sitting next to you
Pretending that I want it, too
While the mean old men are messing with your mind
Pulled ahead while you get left behind
There's a little bird in my head
That pecks and brutalizes non-believers
This culture's kept us cooped and locked away
I deface it every day
Rattling my cage