Little red robot birds.

Oh little red robot birds

sing me a song

the one that you sing for no one

the one that you once sang so loudly

for someone

when you were Drunk and free

those old habits I guess are the

hardest to tame

you pull at your feathers

you claw at your own beak

rattle the bars and dream of that place

you trapped your self in so long ago

Behind closed doors

that place that caused you to stop

And refrain

And now you sing no more.