Paper Birds

Well I often think about her
When the night comes and I'm hugging the road
And I know I'll never trace her
I can barely begin to place her chronologically

Just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses
Now less is much more to me
If I really think about it
It's all I ever think about

My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds

When he's drunk
He's immaculate
Especially before noon

What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way
To bleed one that's more accurate

And I'll practice
My aim
And I'll master
My game
And I'll know my song
Well before it leaves my lips

When the lady finished crying
I knew I had to say something to comfort her
But all I've learned from love
Is that what you love can be what destroys you

It's just a flower fading
Congratulating your vanity's champion

It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old

My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds

He's last
Of a dying breed
A pharmacist with wings

What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way
To bleed one that's more accurate

And I'll take
These targets
That I hit
They can go on
My refrigerator
For all my friends to see 

Your ivory caught
Your salt white warm
Your swollen kiss
Your absent strength
Your mothwing bite
Your paper birds
Your lonely boy
Your soft machine
Your gaze of grief
Your 12 degrees
Your grieving moon
Your red-dipped wings
Your underworld
You're different from no one beside
Your speaking bones
Your absent strength
Your sleeping pale
Your almond trees
Your woman's sex
Your special days
Your grand valise
Your mom's not home
Your body plays
Your rise and set
Your mothwing bite
Your lonely boy
Your soft machine
Your swollen kiss
Your paper birds
You're different from no one besides