In my mind, not enough birds have died In the shadow of this one's custom
And I'm not unwell, but I'm here at ease With all the buttons still left to sew
Through needles I see me sharper than I see myself
So you should stitch me in to stop me from bleeding
And education can be fickle, I think Sometimes the more you learn, the more you lose
A sense of what you think you know
A bit of a struggle, a bit of a struggle

About the buttons still left to sew
And I'm outside myself more and more these days
So you should stitch my skin to stop me from bleeding
All over this fresh song and I
Acknowledge all the corners and all the freshly painted walls
The better for the scars since they're patched up and open now
But I was born of minors and I'm designed to chip away
Tunnel into the dark
But why must it always come down to some unseen contender?
I don't know
When hatchlings all we are just battle in the whitewash
Birds above, sharks below
Though I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten me
I'd still leave them alone, I'd still leave them alone

I'm just a soft shell to the beaks of grown
Every now and then a tempest blows
Closing the veneer I keep, it comes unsung
But will you ever read me well?
I can only assume so
I am buoyant like a flotsam man
Relegated by the waves to land
They draw me like a brittle bone
We're rated like a polished stone
Why must it always come down to some unseen contender?
I don't know
What a hatchling's all we are
Just paddling the whitewashed birds above
Sharks below
Though I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten me
I still leave a soft shell to the beaks of crows
Why must it always come down to some unseen contender?
I don't know
What a hatchling's all we are
Just paddling the whitewashed birds above
Sharks below
Though I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten me
I still leave a soft shell to the beaks of crows
That's what you oughta know
I've seen them smashed on the reeds below
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