****ing Little Bastards

I don't like the words that the birds are singing.

I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing.

But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then

I'll re-arrange the place that

I'm in. And

I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter.

They whisper

I'm a ******* and they cackle and they mutter.

But I'm sure

I heard them reassure me everything ends as

I walked away from all my fake friends.

They've scrutinised the mistakes

I've been making.

They know who

I've *******, they know what

I've taken.

They've seen me in the shower with *******t down my legs.

They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs.

I used to think they loved me, but now

I know it's pity and they know that they can always flee this ******* city.

They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my ****'s as numb as my heart.

New blood flows.

Old faces go.

I like the new ones better.

I think I like these girls.

Feels like

I've travelled miles.

Now I want to party all the time.

Now I want to party all the time again.