The Birds

Oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate when I sing, hate feeling naked
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate that I made this, hard to embrace it all

I swear I'm out
I'm out of inventions now
I swear I'm out
I'm out of intention

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Paper and plastic, nothing to last with
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Fall for a label, act like you're stable

I swear to fly, don't mind the weather
I swear I might

Gone with the birds and the rain
Along with the words you were saying
Gone with the birds and the rain
Along with the words you were saying

I could live in a big house
Fall asleep in my own cloud
I could be on my own, that'd be fine
Hope that you know that I'm

Sorry, guess I'm not meant for the ground
I could live in a big house, fall asleep in my own cloud
I'm sorry
Sorry, I guess I'm not meant for this town
I could be on my own, that'd be fine
I'm sorry

Don't they know I have had enough?
Oh, oh
Don't they know I have had enough?
Oh, oh, well