I don't like the words that the birds are singing. I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing. But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then I'll re-arrange the place that I'm in. And I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter. They whisper I'm a [bad word] and they cackle and they mutter. But I'm sure I heard them reassure me everything ends as I walked away from all my fake friends. They've [bad word] the mistakes I've been making. They know who I've [bad word]  they know what I've taken. They've seen me in the shower with [bad word] down my legs. They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs. I used to think they loved me, but now I know it's pity and they know that they can always flee this [bad word] city. They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my [bad word] #39;s as numb as my heart. New blood flows. Old faces go. I like the new ones better. I think I like these girls. Feels like I've travelled miles. Now I want to party all the time. Now I want to party all the time again.