Cat & Bird from Cat & Bird by Anna Coddington

I’m stuck way up in this tree
Ready to fall to my eighth life
Wondering if you could love a feline
Thinking that I might as well try
You are a mystery to me
Every time I see you blowing past
I want to hold on to you and ask
"Isn’t this the best day of your life?"

Whatever you’re saying now-
Oh my god
The only thing left to do-
Feed me to the dogs

All of the days leading to now
I’ve been doing things I hate for you
Knowing that they would relieve your blues
Hoping that you will conclude the truth
Don’t let the stereotypes win
You and I can find a way around
All of the naysayers in this town
Ignore the stares of tiny minded crowds

Hold my hand in the winter
And it will melt like fish
And I know you will still love me
When my leg ends at my wrist

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