birds from the beginning

do you see any paint on my face?
you're not peeling it off, so it isn't there.
and i'm just going to wait for you to write with me in mind.
and wait for you to realize that you can tell the world
that you're in love.
because he's waiting.
there's nobody that's going to stop me in what i want to do
or what i put on my head
the way i keep my hair out of my face
or the way i talk to everything.
because even though, you might all think i'm crazy,
just a crazy potential cat lady
who may or may not grow old and alone
and talk to her paintings as well as anything else
you all might think i'm crazy
but you all secretly love me.
because you know i'll at least give you a chance
to sing me your song
and i'll listen.
and you'll blush
but i'll love it.
and maybe i won't tell you.
but that doesn't stop me from loving you more
and more.

we'll all keep spinning and you won't forget who i am
when you catch me in a food court and smile
because i haven't changed a bit.

maybe the wrinkles from my smiles will grow deeper
but my laugh will stay the same
maybe my teeth won't be as sheep as they are now
and yes i stole that.
but they will be real.
maybe my sight will finally fall away
but my eyes will be the same
and you will see that i am just the same as i am today
and that i'm not going anywhere.

i don't ever want to forget what you smell like
and what you look like
and the sound of your voice
like i do in dreams
but i wake up and it's all still there
still the same
so im happy
and you should be to.

we can be birds.
and nothing will go wrong.

and i will be able to say
that i have never felt the way i do now
and we'll fly away.