Something About It

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too rough with her,
I say, "stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you."

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour beer on her and inhale
more smoke
and the bitches and the bartenders
and the strangers
never know that
she's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for her,
I say,
"stay down, do you want to mess
me up?"
"you want to screw up the
plans?"
"you want to see me cry?"
there's a bluebird in my heart that
hurts to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let her out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, "I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad."
then I push her back,
but she's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let her
die.

and we sleep together like
that,
with our
secret pact.
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep
but you don't
weep, do
you?