Russian Doll - Jealous Of The Birds

I wish I was bolder

Full of red, yellow and blue

Cigarillos in my pocket

And a doodle that you drew

On the back of a boarding pass

To Berlin, Germany

Go ahead and make your money

Across the choppy sea

Now, oh hell, it’s April

The blossoms on the trees

Fall like confetti

And twirl around my knees

Was I your favourite person?

‘Cause baby, you were mine

And if you’d only let me

I’d squeeze you like a lime

I took your compliments

I just struggled to believe

That I was worth loving

And you weren’t lying through your teeth

In truth, I’m a Russian doll

My egos shut inside

I painted them by hand

And I’ll never let them die

My cracked skull is a bowl

That holds a coral sea

It’s filled with trashy poems

And eastern cherry trees

Despite how much I want to

Just punch you in the face

My favourite smell on this earth

Is still your pillowcase