Little bird, do you have a key
to unlock the lock inside of me?
Oh ink master, high above
can you write in me the sighs of love?
Summertime sadness, with lips of gold
save me from growing old?
I ask these questions to the gods of night
Please, lords, save me from my frights!
I cannot be saved, cannot be changed,
cannot be edited by hands of the unknown.
I take responsibility for my ingenuity,
I receive those powers on my own.
