Little Birds

Morning came with such a jolt

That I forgot my soul at home

This pick-me-up, stale coffee cup

Is filling up my insides, though

And here I sit on subway stains

With blue pin stripe corporate charades

Outside I'm sure it's magical

But today I've got to get paid

Little birds over the South Pacific sea

Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry

Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams

Shattered images of who I'll never be

What is summer without sunshine?

Who likes dancing on a straight line?

When all these colors fade into mine

Tell me, am I black and blue?

It's comforting to know the day begins

And it will surely end

Tucked between these filthy sheets

Where nightmares start

Where sweet dreams end

Caught in a kaleidoscope

Of timely orchestrated screams

Filling space with barren thoughts

Motionless antipathy

Little birds over the South Pacific sea

Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry

Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams

Shattered images of who I'll never be

It's like ******* without kissing

Or never knowing what you're missing

And you're finally confessing

That you'll never stand a chance

Seeing Venice through a TV

Or thinking beautiful means pretty

When all these colors blend completely

Tell me, can you even see me?