Bluebird

I thought of you too quickly
My body went to work
I sent signals to my fingers
My lips became a smirk
I stroked you out and cleaned you up
I loved you into life
I sent you to another world
But you just honed the knife

I don't want your love
I need your love
Give me your love
Don't love me
I don't want your love
I need your love
Don't love me

The shite hawk is nocturnal
He thrives in the night
Hiding in the bushes as he hawks her shite
He knows what's black and white
And he knows what's good and true
He knows all the right thoughts to think
And knows what's best for you

I don't want your love
I need your love
Give me your love
Don't love me
I don't want your love
I need your love
Don't love me

We talk to no one
We talk to all
We gab with ghosts in windows
But to see is not to know
To like is not to love
Never present, never here, never there
Locked in her lips of half-truths and trifles
And who are you anyway?
Who am I anyway?
Is there anybody there?
Does anybody care?

I don't want your love
I need your love
Give me your love
Don't love me
I don't want your love
I need your love
Don't love me