Birdface

All of these museum crows
Are circling 'round my iris
Turning what colour is left
Into dust and darkness
My heartbreak starts to morph
From crack to festering cuts
All before birdsong sings itself
Binding up our guts

The calling of the birds cease
And I learn to talk again
But my mind will never let us go
So forever we will pretend
That finches fly within our eyes
And sparrows hold our souls
But never will we walk again
Under maples in the cold

Birdface
I love the colour of your eyes
You are so cruel to me
When our wings sound like sighs
I know I am your scarecrow
But please just give me a break
I only have so many of these
Golden chains and ties

'G-give me a minute,'  a raven says
He dies a painful death
Another raven takes a drag
From his worn-out cigarette
You like to mimic all the birds
When they fly away
But when they nest inside my heart
You cry it hurts your brain

Birdface
I love the colour of your soul
Still you are so cruel to me
When feathers start to mold
I'll always be your scarecrow
Please just give me a break
The bluebirds I made of paper
Will eventually crumple and fold

We need to learn how to forget
So both of us can be free
But bird brains are so close to ours
The stems and everything
I'll always love you when you sing
And even when you caw
But please let us both fly away
And turn our beaks back into a jaws