Like a Gift Giver

Little birds in a box of tea

just waiting to die

Like a gift giver I will change the way

that you see, or I’ll try

But I know, it’s not even

but try when you’re in Heaven

to call me up

It’s hard to believe in anything

that I’ve learned in my life

but whisper something trivial

that sounds good and I might

But I know, it’s not even

but try when you’re in Heaven

to call me up