Paper Birds

I don't know what I've been told
But I've been running around for many years
Ribbons in my head make pictures
Like the ones you drew when you were here

Love's not dead it's only sleeping
Creeping through the corners of your ears
I'm a fucked up alcoholic, piss drunk
Drowning in a river of my own tears

Yeah I know you thought you knew me
But actually you only screwed me
And that's ok because life's a movie
And eventually we all get to be free

Rhythms in my head do pirouettes
Might even make it a career
Eleve, ton du, beurre, avant
En coupe, plie and sontenou

No I don't speak French madame
But yes you are correct I've known a few
Beauties in disguise like paper birds
They couldn't fly, but they still flew the coup

Love was in my eyes but then I died
And so I couldn't follow through
Least I tried while I was alive
Lord knows that's all that you can do