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, I cleaned you up I loved you into life I sent you to another world But you just turned 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 shitehawk is nocturnal He thrives in the night Hiding in the bushes as he hawks his 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 our loops 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