there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works?

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die..... _"Charles Bukowski"