Well I often think about hernWhen the night comes and I'm hugging the roadnAnd I know I'll never trace hernI can barely begin to place her chronologicallynnJust a flurry of white dresses and second guessesnNow less is much more to menIf I really think about itnIt's all I ever think aboutnnMy landlordnHas been shootingnBullets into paper birdsnnWhen he's drunknHe's immaculatenEspecially before noonnnWhat I'm trying to donWith these paper birdsnIs to find a better waynTo bleed one that's more accuratennAnd I'll practicenMy aimnAnd I'll masternMy gamenAnd I'll know my songnWell before it leaves my lipsnnWhen the lady finished cryingnI knew I had to say something to comfort hernBut all I've learned from lovenIs that what you love can be what destroys younnIt's just a flower fadingnCongratulating your vanity's championnnIt's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even deadnIt's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even deadnIt's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even deadnIt's the blood I want to shed before I'm oldnnMy landlordnHas been shootingnBullets into paper birdsnnHe's lastnOf a dying breednA pharmacist with wingsnnWhat I'm trying to donWith these paper birdsnIs to find a better waynTo bleed one that's more accuratennAnd I'll takenThese targetsnThat I hitnThey can go onnMy refrigeratornFor all my friends to see nnYour ivory caughtnYour salt white warmnYour swollen kissnYour absent strengthnYour mothwing bitenYour paper birdsnYour lonely boynYour soft machinenYour gaze of griefnYour 12 degreesnYour grieving moonnYour red-dipped wingsnYour underworldnYou're different from no one besidenYour speaking bonesnYour absent strengthnYour sleeping palenYour almond treesnYour woman's sexnYour special daysnYour grand valisenYour mom's not homenYour body playsnYour rise and setnYour mothwing bitenYour lonely boynYour soft machinenYour swollen kissnYour paper birdsnYou're different from no one besides