Old Sob Story - Birdtalker

Everyday my life plays on

I try my best to sing along

But my mind’s like a feather in the wind

Feeling good, then feeling bad

I can’t get off my fucking back

Reminding myself all I’ve gotten wrong

Oh no, high time now

Gotta move my body to the earth’s sweet sound

Gonna plant my feet

Gonna loosen my hold

On my old sob story and let it die

Everyday I’m looking out

Of the window wrapped around

My eyes I’m peering through a tinted glass

I want to see clear, I want to be free

From all the ways I get lost in defense and critique

My kaleidoscope head

Oh no, high time now

Gotta move my body to the earth’s sweet sound

Gonna plant my feet

Gonna loosen my hold

On my old sob story and let it die

Oh no, high time now

Gotta move my body to the earth’s sweet sound

Gonna plant my feet

Gonna loosen my hold

On my old sob story and let it die

Oh no, high time now

Gotta move my body to the earth’s sweet sound

Gonna plant my feet

Gonna loosen my hold

On my old sob story and let it die