Birds

I dress like a tree In the winter I'm bare You dance like I breathe Always choking on air Can't make a play You're falling apart I'm calling you out There's bugs on the moon There's fish in the clouds There's birds in the ground There's rocks in my mouth All the girls getting naked and shaking it out I'm knocking I'm hustling I'm shutting it down I hear the birds sing Like your telephone rings You'd be propping me up if you cared about things I know its collapsing because nothing repeats Black Jesus