The Birdman

Hopelessly a man starts to feed your day
Once he was there you never looked back
How did you think that his words might just fade away
He seemed harmless enough so you let him in and now you’ll pay
I can’t see him but he’s stalking my thoughts
How does it feel when you can’t concentrate
I just stare
And all your daydreams are a seesaw for him
To play on How does it feel when he calls your name
You can plug your ears but it’s not the same
How does it feel when he puls you back
He pulls you back, back, back
Nobody’s wrong, nobody’s right
The birdman wouldn’t lie
Nobody’s wrong, nobody’s right
I just can’t trust him tonight
How do you forget a stranger that plagues your days
We arm ourselves when there’s nothing to fear, right?
Wrong
How does it feel when it comes to pass
There’s something there but it’s not quite right
How does it feel?
Does it make you mad, mad, mad?