Pretty Bird

This is a song I wrote a few weeks ago in the aftermath of the pseudo-breakup with "Ginger." Read more about it all on ******

I sold a tree To buy a bird that lived in his leaves And then I had to sell her back to the wind I watched her spring From my arms and start to careen As she Tried to pick a fight with the breeze I saw her fall And I knew it was all my fault I cussed But I knew she’d be the better for some dust Oh pretty bird Your fury couldn’t save your plumes But oh pretty bird They’ll be truer when they are renewed Though darling I can’t promise you that will be soon Shout it out Let it hurt The feathers fight For the surface Scream it proud Let it sting The angry storm Is what’s bringing you home Oh pretty bird