8/21/2007

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out

but I'm too clever,

I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,so don't be sad.
then I put him back,but he's singing a little in there,

I haven't quite let him die

and we sleep together like that with oursecret pactand

it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?