Catcher in the Rye

Your heart is void and you're rolling in regret You can only remember what you want to forget So take my gun, try to replenish your faith So listen when I tell you Before calamity begins Killing a mockingbird is my only sin At the steap edge of the cliff of innocence The birds have been flying south ever since And we have changed in ways I can't explain And I, I was never your catcher in the rye I made the sun, I made it for you But with eyes like fireflies you see right through Sit on your porch and pluck your bitter strings Let the devil scorch you As you hear my weak heart poem But in the end it's nothing poetic at all At the steap edge of the cliff of innocence The birds have been flying south ever since And we have changed in ways I can't explain And I, I was never your catcher in the rye Freedom is just another word For having nothing left in this world And look inside my mind now And I swear that you will find I should know this time At the steap edge of the cliff of innocence The birds have been flying south ever since And we have changed in ways I can't explain And I, I was never one catcher in the rye