For The Birds

I’m against the days
When the skies stay bummer gray
And the cake tastes just okay….okay?
Well I guess I’m anti-yuck
I’m against the stuff that sucks
The life out of your soul and shuts it down

I'm against the thought
Of letting good tomatoes rot
Of being someone that you're not…when you're not
I guess I'm anti-hate
‘Cause that ain't what it takes
It's the love that makes this crazy world go round

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves
I’m for questions, I’m for freedom
Celebrating every season
For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt
I’m for the birds
I’m for the birds
I’m for the birds

I’m against the notion
Of drinking witchy potions
And causin’ big commotions…you know son?
Guess I’m anti-confrontation
Rather have a conversation
‘Bout nothin’ in particular at all

I’m against them feelings
The ones that get revealin’
Slammin’ hearts right into ceilings…you feel me?
Well I guess I'm anti-tears
Rather drink some ice cold beers
Listen to some country music until dawn

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves
I’m for questions, I’m for freedom
Celebrating every season
For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt
I’m for the birds
I’m for the birds
I’m for the birds

But I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I’m for the girls with the curls and the curves
I’m for questions, I’m for freedom
Celebrating every season
For the bees, and the trees, and the dirt

I’m for feathers
I’m for wings
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For what it's worth
I’m for the birds
I’m for the birds...

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