I wrote this song because birds outside my window were keeping me up... they still do.
Lyrics
i don't sleep at all; it's your fault
you sing at night way past my bedtime
of all things, you've got wings. i can't fly, but you're mine.
once you touch down, i'll aim from the ground
hold still; my gun can't kill if you 'run'
of all things, you've got wings. i can't fly, but you're mine.
i don't sleep at all; it's your fault
you sing at night way past my bedtime
i bet my shoes that you taste like poop -
