Birds

There's some things I don't have now Some things I don't talk about These things are between myself and I In my thick skull the joker hides There's consequences I'm scared to taste Cold hard truths I can't face These days are different than the past Reflections change in the looking glass And everywhere I look there's something to learn A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn A hatful of quarters and a naked song Don't answer the question of where we belong How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide These independent moves I make This confidence I try to fake You can hear the beating of my heart But not a feather falling in the dark And everything I hear never makes any sense Another old prophet perched on the fence A cupful of pencils and a self help guru Don't answer the question of what I am to you