Birdie

Stoned at a fair, it made me
Alone and scared, your safety
Sand in the rug, and I feel close
Closest to say, I'm stuck more than most
Bout that time a year ago
I found out what my feet are for
I didn't care
To state the reason I'm here
I didn't care
To state the reason I'm here
The weight of what's told, wrapped around his wrist
There's a cold summer wind, with a splinter fit
And a love so old, can't count a kiss
With the weight of the world, wrapped around his bliss
Bout that time a year ago
I found out what my feet are for
I didn't care
To state the reason I'm here
I didn't care
To state the reason I'm here