Bird Feeder

I'm gettin' older now

I gotta pry these vices off me that just bolt me down

So let the pulses gauge

I fill the pipes of my kitchen sink with scotch

Wash the glass out, do my dishes, sweep my spot

I was glossy-eyed smokin weed on my canopy

But nowadays all I really need is my family

I found solace, I found a gal that don't bite

My heartbeats resembling the sound of calliope pipes

Don't wanna be my dad's senile son

But my momma's death taught me how to treat my lungs

You see, nothing cleanses me like a three mile run

It'll help me untangle every dream I've spun

I am lookin' at my new front door

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor

I am lookin at my new front door

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short

Still I'm, I'm right here

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't

I will be confined by a genre

And that ain't a mantra

I just think it's healthy for me to wander

Throught the pomegranate haze

The ghost towns and promenades

Where corporate penpushers choke down their marmalade

Engineers of romance, Huxters

Avenue performers, balloon twisting buskers

Multi-colored pill-shoveling slimeball shady pool hustlers

Discharge carcinogens outta their car mufflers

My town still breeds deers and wild foxes

My life is scattered all around the house in brown boxes

I am an antique human, I am a man

That's quite suspicious of God's plan, you understand.

I am lookin' at my new front door

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor

I am lookin at my new front door

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short

Still I'm, I'm right here

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't

I understood suicide better than ever

But it just ain't for me, it's not my cup of tea

I accept the challenge that my demons are presenting though

That means being patient with a six-year old

That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make love

And just because we break down doesn't mean we break up

And yeah, we got money problems, so what

We share a love that's so robust

(bring the drums in)

I'm gonna follow those archaic guidlines

Have a family, stay healthy through my lifetime

I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, baseball practice

I yearn for a therapeutic tracklist

My dad is 66-years old, he runs three miles every other day

What more can I say?

But these are the golden years, friends

I loved my 20's but I would not do them again

Let's begin, it goes

I am lookin' at my new front door

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor

I am lookin at my new front door

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short

Still I'm, I'm right here

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't