Bird Bones

Watch me as I become Something tasty for your tongue Watch me, crawl into my mouth, Chew myself up and spit myself out Look at me, I am the same, Just a victim of my rage It gets worse, the older I age, I don't know how to stay the same The loud of the voice of the quiet Whispers meant for only your ears Songs sung for the the scars of the stars, Whispers to the fear of the near Birds are born hollow, so hollow I'll be, Older bones, more density Fatty morrow, the chains that bind me If I could starve, maybe I could be free If I could starve, maybe I could be free Watch me as I become Something tasty for your tongue Watch me, crawl into my mouth, Chew myself up and spit myself out Look at me as I fade, Into the thoughts that circle my brain Reasoning is all I can see, God, you must think I'm imaginary The loud of the voice of the quiet Whispers meant for only your ears Songs sung for the the scars of the stars, Whispers to the fear of the near Birds are born hollow, so hollow I'll be, Older bones, more density Fatty morrow, the chains that bind me If I could starve, maybe I could be free If I could starve, maybe I could be free The loud of the voice of the quiet Whispers meant for only your ears Songs sung for the the scars of the stars, Whispers to the fear of the near Birds are born hollow, so hollow I'll be, Older bones, more density Fatty morrow, the chains that bind me If I could starve, maybe I could be free If I could starve, maybe I could be free If I could starve, maybe I could be free