suicide birds

she was feeling faint when the smoke hit, dizzy with the smell of perfume, hiding from her family that she missed, cold and all alone in her room, the bird flew into the window, and he heard the same song in our heads, i often wonder what it would feel like to be free again, free again, we were building courses for horses, make believe with me by your side, she grew up a week before i did, my mother said that it wasn't right, the bird flew into the window, and he heard the same song in our heads, i often wonder what it would feel like to be free again, free again, memories fade, but, they bring you back to the good old days, but, the good old days will never be the same, i sang you a song i wrote for you yesterday, but, you didn't hear it, you didn't hear it anyway, anyway, oh, anyway hey, anyway, oh, anyway. it's just the good. good old days