For Little Bird 

Lyrics:
"So you go there during low tide, and then the...and there's little crabs...um... I forgot what I was talking about. Heheh

I like it when your composure slips, 
and exposes clips,
and I get a glimpse of you. 
I'm tired of seeing that blank stare,
I know why it's there,
but it doesn't have to be. 
Because we both know the rules so well,
it all goes to hell,
if you act too interested.
I like it when your composure slips,
and exposes clips,
and I get a glimpse of you.

The problem is high school,
got all these dumb kids, 
who try to act cool.
Been trapped with thousands, 
every day,
with their numb minds, 
and nothing to say.
So when I meet one who is like me
I can feel it immediately.
And that's what happened,
when I met you,
just heard you speak,
and that's when I knew.
But it's happened before,
it's not the first time.
The only difference,
I played my cards right.
Which means I shouldn't show
what you didn't earn,
and so you couldn't know
it made my stomach burn
When we'd walk by,
and we'd just look away.
We wouldn't smile.
We wouldn't say hey.
Until one day, 
sick of the joke,
I got some help from 
Jukebox the Ghost.
You're walking towards me,
I'm about to make a scene.
I drop the whole act,
and I start to sing. 
I sing
"Victoria approached me with a fire in her eyes. 
And I swear and I swear, I was burning alive..." (Special thanks to Jukebox the Ghost!)

And oh my God
Her stone face starts to fade!
And a smile spreads across her face 
and I
know the difference I just made
and I know what this must implicate!
That Little Bird I just put an end
to all those wasted days 
When we had to pretend 
and now
When I see that smile so sweet
it's your natural reaction when you see me!

I like it when your composure slips
and exposes clips
and I get a glimpse of you.
Better not ever see that blank stare
if it's ever there
then I'm gonna have to sing Victoria."

Composure Slips

I'm an indie pop artist in Los Angeles, CA.  :)

"Music begins when the possibilities of language end"

Composure Slips

Kaya Deus