Danielle's going to throw a fit,
when she finds out that the birds aren't fed,
and she'll hold the sharpest knife,
to all the promises I gave.
Hold the phone,
and take a deep breath.
The birds they flew away,
as soon as the cold winter came,
the flowers they hid,
beneath the white snow lid.
They went your way,
are you OK?
Will you keep them fed?
Is it OK,
can you keep them safe?
I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.
I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.
Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.
My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.
