They smerk and shake their heads at you For wanting to be free But their voices always faulter when they tell you who to be
Everybody likes birds because they can fly but the first thing they do when one lands on their shoulder is try to clip it's wings and out it in a cage; "Well, you can still sing about flying". "Yeah, but it's really hard for me to shit on your head this way".
They always raise an eyebrow at the crazy things you say, But there's longing in their faces as they watch you walk away.