Awkward orange bird

Another day is gone
The silence from your phone
You think,that everyone
Forgot about you
True.

But in that little store
At very narrow street
An awkward orange bird
Still waiting for you
Thats it/

And every time than someone
Is going cross that street
A heart of little bird
Is starting beat so fast

Bird waits you every day
But you will never come
Because of stupit stuff
What lives inside your mind