Birds

I'm a believer with a fifty year-old gold watch I am nothing but a social client case Making every murder to a high pitched podcast Only living in those recordings that we made I'm eating very slow at my best friends birthdays and I dont even now what day it really is it Making up stories just to have a conversation doesn't really help that I cant catch a word you're I can't catch a word you're saying I can't catch a word you're saying Counting every day and calling my parents Just to let them now what I really think about Modern ideas and Norwegian black metal I was twelve and you were working very late Noisy black birds flying back to their hometown I'm sorry for your loss, hope the funeral was great! It's too late to run but I'm still trying I can't believe you're dead, in October you were flying I can't catch a word you're saying I can't catch a word you're saying I can't catch a word you're saying Took five hundred years To find something to believe in So if I could find Something we could use to make everything look cooler It's something for the future It's something for the future It's something for the future