It's nesting season, which means a lesser goldfinch Comes to my bedroom window Every morning between seven and nine And then she fights with the bird inside my window Not knowing that she's fighting herself And her territory is fine And when I watch her I wonder if she'll ever know That all her worries are nothing but a trick of the light And she could save most of her energy If she simply just chose not to fight And then I think of myself and all my worries My stressors and my hurries Maybe the biggest ones are self-imposed Or maybe my window goldfinch knows something that I don't So just to be safe I suppose, I'll Fight every reflection that I see 'Cause it could just be me Or it could be another me that's stuck inside And tryin' to get free Don't you know I'm ready to brawl? Just in case, there's a small chance that one of them is a doppelgänger That wants to steal all of my seeds and my sticks! They're my needs, I can't fix my nest If this handsome asshole keeps on making faces at me! Not a bird, I'm a man But I will, and I can Punch you right in the throat if you get too close, just wait and see! And so I'm grateful my favourite lesser goldfinch Keeps tapping at my window Because I think it is surely a sign That if I keep up with my self-sabotaging It's actually productive, and it means that everything will be fine