A Strange Bird - Bad Seeds

I lit a fire with a dead man's matches
And I drank his wine and toasted his good fortune
I inhale that cigarette smoke
Well I'm a liar, 'cuz this ain't tobacco

And all these words turn to dust in my mouth
And they stay there like and aftertaste
I cannot spit out
I'm not sure... What it is about me
It's so hard to tell the truth
Do you think I get that from you?
'Cuz I do
Because I do.

Apples... and trees...
Dysfunction sprouts out of me just like leaves
And if you hold onto me
Then we'll grow together
We'll grow
We'll grow

Apples... and trees...
Who else to blame but the root for bad seeds
Now let go... of me
Or we'll grow together
We'll grow
We'll grow

I've been runnin since the
Day that I was born and
I cannot remember
What it's from or towards
but

I can feel it in the comedown
There is somewhere I should be by now

Some people wonder if they'll make it to the top
Mostly I wonder who I am to try and leave the bottom
Nobody told me I could make it this far
And I'm not bitter mama, I'm just being (I'm just bein) Honest
Hey, mama I'm just being honest

Because

I've been running since the day that I was born and
I cannot remember what its from or towards but
I can feel it in the comedown
There is somewhere I should be by now

Apples... and Trees...
Apples... and Trees...

Written by:
Angelica Burdette

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