Its not so sad
But you are sadly mistaken
That a boy like me can easily be taken
I've had my wings
With some ranch on the side
I dont need you to make this birdy go bye bye
I know my name no need for pen and paper
or sticky adhesive to plant on my pocket
I understand
I comprehend
Now stop treating me like a fool
and start treating me like your friend
For its not that I'm unhappy
its just that I'm not satisfied
With the countless little lies
That glisten a top your shiny little eyes
Peck at me wont you
Eat away what you will
But know that august comes soon
and then its the 28th