Birds of a Feather

I wrote a few words about someone I hate So maybe I'd start feeling better Fucked right off and left me in a state We've always been birds of a feather The wrong kinda place And the timing wasn't right Well so what at least you gave me things to write I don't wanna procreate And I don't wanna fight Well just leave me be I'm sure we'll turn out fine Did you ever think of the days Where we'd talk nonstop all night And did you ever consider your place In my life I guess Good luck Good bye The wrong kinda place And the timing wasn't right Well so what at least you gave me things to write I don't wanna procreate And I don't wanna fight Well just leave me be I'm sure we'll turn out fine The wrong kinda place And the timing wasn't right Well so what at least at least you gave me shit to write I don't wanna procreate And I don't wanna fight Well just leave me be I'm sure we'll turn out fine I'm sure you'll turn out fine I know you'll be alright I'm sure you'll be just fine I know you'll be alright