The Trees Were Mistaken Andrew Bird

This is a story, some kind of a story
This is a story about about a boy and girl
A girl and a boy, a boy

( ), only fighting
That some boy in the dark while he learned to evolve
Inverted crystal mountain kind of a story

This is a story
Man, about the serifs and ciphers that the scholars deciphered
Translations of Sanskrit
Just as my handwritten story
This is a story

Where the singers begin to appear
In the spaces between all the dashes and braces
In the mothbitten story of getting left behind
This is a story

Some kind of a story

With the pages distressed sins you held to your chest
They were mangled and dog eared
While the rest were just mangy and gory

This is a story about the memory of water
Translating the sound of the traffic
Remember the traffic
It's making you carsick all along Southfield Freeway