Ashes Over Rot

I gotta get myself a KitKat
With how I need to take a break every now and then
Hit the corner shop
Tell the coroner
I want to be spread eagle across the block
Return to ashes over rot yeah I
Think about it way too much it’s that
Raggedy flappy bird with an injured wing who’s manically
Suppressing feelings like a burn mark from a counsellor
I manage to impress myself with how many lows I incur from
Second hand circumstances
Never thought people thought that everything I spat
Was a first person recollection
More like a third
I stay stuck inside this metal cage
But that’s because this bird has
To seek shelter
From others that’d do them wrong
Just because this little birdie had an independent thought
And the worst part is he still considers them close family
But they ain’t got the blood right so it’s all from sincerity
From memories of good times and way better days
Before he spoke up and learnt it will never be the same
He had time to make a choice but it didn’t matter
These claw marks on my back scratched down to my talon
I had to go yeah
I gotta get myself a KitKat
With how I need to take a break every now and then
Hit the corner shop
Tell the coroner
I want to be spread eagle across the block
Return to ashes over rot yeah I
Think about it way too much it’s that
Raggedy flappy bird with an injured wing who’s manically
Suppressing feelings like a burn mark from a counsellor
I manage to impress myself with how many lows I incur from
Silly mistakes
That birdie made
Never again
Trust is a word
Nothing but air
No more replays ay
Communications said I’m locked down
But it’s all words again no action took now
The sonar picking up more signals from that brother
I don’t love them anymore but do you get what I’m referring to?
Yet again it’s a written
Yet again I forgive them
Yet again I get sideswiped by doves I see dirty pigeons
But I pick them up when they fall
Tell them once not one time more
Yet when they fall I pick them back up
Stuck in a cycle my wings won’t untuck
Man I’m just fucked up with these quirks of mine
I got Stockholm running on my mind
I can’t let 'em die I always gotta try
Till my wings snap off I gotta ride
I gotta get myself a KitKat
With how I need to take a break every now and then
Hit the corner shop
Tell the coroner
I want to be spread eagle across the block
Return to ashes over rot yeah I
Think about it way too much it’s that
Raggedy flappy bird with an injured wing who’s manically
Suppressing feelings like a burn mark from a counsellor
I manage to impress myself with how many lows I incur from