[Verse 1] Another day, another cracked-open can, Half a man staring down a work-week tan. Clock ticks slow under Joja’s blue lights, Dreams die quiet in the fluorescent night. But there’s something in the yard that still believes, Tiny hearts beating underneath my sleeves. [Pre-Chorus] Feathers on the floor, bottles in the sink, I swear I’m one more swallow from the brink. [Chorus] Blue chickens, yeah, they’re sad like me, Color born from misery. Still they wake and scratch the ground, Singin’ life’s worth stickin’ around. Blue chickens, wings of shame, Bright enough to call my name. If broken things can learn to bloom, Maybe I can hatch a little room. [Verse 2] Marnie’s talkin’ hope again, says “clean yourself up, kid,” But guilt’s a nest of nails for every dumb thing I did. Still, I feed the flock at dawn, half-awake, half-free, Their eyes don’t judge — they just look at me. [Pre-Chorus] Feathers on the wind, ghosts in the glass, Tryna trade my past for greener grass. [Chorus] Blue chickens, yeah, they’re sad like me, Color born from misery. Still they wake and scratch the ground, Singin’ life’s worth stickin’ around. Blue chickens, wings of shame, Bright enough to call my name. If broken things can learn to bloom, Maybe I can hatch a little room. [Bridge] One cluck, one breath, one sunrise closer, To a life that don’t smell like leftover closure. They don’t fly far, but hell, neither do I — We just find faith in the sky. [Final Chorus / Outro] Blue chickens, yeah, they’re sad like me, But they taught me how to see. When the world’s too loud and I come undone, They’re proof that blue don’t mean you’re done. Blue chickens… blue like me — Feathers, flaws, and family. Guess heaven’s got a coop for fools, And I might just make it through.
