Why? - Twenty Seven lyrics

On this new anniversary of you I give you not me pulling the first soft feathers From a newborn robin fledgeling Saying she loves me not she loves me Like some k**er's crazy form of petals from a daisy For it to try and fail in flight and fall flailing But twenty-seven brittle bird bones To build a little fence from And one shiny piece of amethyst To top each tiny post with And I leave you to decide what fits inside it Be it spiders, ice, or pennies Or all twenty of your first born's baby teeth There is real peace in the regular order Of my most intimate geometry Real peace in the regular order Of my most intimate geometry I am no longer your unsure lover I pull nothing from a flower There is real peace in the regular order Of my most intimate geometry