For The Birds

I’m against the days

When the skies stay bummer gray

And the cake tastes just okay….okay?

Well I guess I’m anti-yuck

I’m against the stuff that sucks

The life out of your soul and shuts it down

I'm against the thought

Of letting good tomatoes rot

Of being someone that you're not…when you're not

I guess I'm anti-hate

‘Cause that ain't what it takes

It's the love that makes this crazy world go round

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze

Old dogs sleeping at your feet

I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves

I’m for questions, I’m for freedom

Celebrating every season

For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m against the notion

Of drinking witchy potions

And causin’ big commotions…you know son?

Guess I’m anti-confrontation

Rather have a conversation

‘Bout nothin’ in particular at all

I’m against them feelings

The ones that get revealin’

Slammin’ hearts right into ceilings…you feel me?

Well I guess I'm anti-tears

Rather drink some ice cold beers

Listen to some country music until dawn

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze

Old dogs sleeping at your feet

I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves

I’m for questions, I’m for freedom

Celebrating every season

For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze

Old dogs sleeping at your feet

I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves

I’m for questions, I’m for freedom

Celebrating every season

For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt

I’m for feathers

I’m for wings

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For what it's worth

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds...

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