Vanity's Fair - A Lot Like Birds

Hold your tongue

It doesn’t own you

Or does it by default?

You can’t pretend that it’s not weighing you down

Or that you really even want me around, 'cause you don’t

I know that burdens are a girl’s best friend

In the end, you’d give it up for the weekend

You don’t even want me around, it’s okay

It’s okay, it’s okay

Oh

We can’t look at you, you’re not the same

I keep thinking you use your brain

Already threw it away

Don’t give a fuck what we say

Already threw it away

Already threw it away

Oh no

Learn to hold your tongue

It doesn’t own you

You can go but I might stay

Yeah, I noticed that you’re so bored but I’m okay

It’s not a problem for me

Is it a problem for you?

Hope not!

And if you’re asking me to stick around then why is it

When we separate you keep holding on and on?

Oh, but not for long

Not for long

Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness

All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision

Maybe so, I don’t know

Sure, I could’ve made it work

Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be

Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness

All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision

Maybe so, I don’t know

Sure, I could’ve made it work

Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be

Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness

All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision

Maybe so, I don’t know

Sure, I could’ve made it work

Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be

Aside from all the rest

There’s a sickness in my thoughts

Where the twist to every plot is

What I think I am, I’m not

Maybe so, I don’t know, I could never make it work

But I sure could make it hurt

Do you want this from me?

And as you may recall, I never signed a thing at all

You just started your addiction, I just started my withdrawal

It seems to me the suit I wear is too tight at the neck

But the tailor that is vanity is sure it fits me best

It’s not a flattering color on me

But I wear it always because

My skin’s been sold, it’s always cold

And all my methods seem too damn old

I should’ve folded a long time ago

I came in thinking that I’d know exactly what my part is

Know all of the lines because I’d authored all the hardest

But I didn’t have the will, so I don’t know why I started

These empty ribs still have no room to fit a proper heart in

So if all you want are flowers, then just plant yourself a garden

Don’t rely on me

Quit calling me to remind me I have many ways

To remember all those things

And even now I cling to them, it’s sad

I know it’s hard but I swear it gets easier

It just takes distraction and time

I can’t tell if I’m undeservedly given to

Or if I’m undeservedly giving what’s mine