Algebra Suicide - An Explanation for That Flock of Crows lyrics

A thread of birds has settled outside your door Spring is coming, and you lean back Waiting for its root-juicy kiss Politely, charmingly Once during a summer You came without shoes, without any maps And settled into my elbow While this hemisphere turned blue We were urban, unkind animals And I never once thought of Champagne How often you'd want me to tell you your future Show me your palms, the lumps on your head As if I knew what my mother knows best How to inflame things at a distance Now you think of me with a casual chuckle Now you save me like an auctioned-off bon-bon Brought out on a doily for guests to admire I know, and it's all in my pocket Just press your ear against your back door There's a sound I've sent It's there to haunt you Like a cello, like a buzzsaw I hope you're enjoying yourself