Moths

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There's a moth who lives inside her brain
Who loves all her ideas
And the butterflies in her stomach
All gather round to hear
The caterpillars in her toes
Help her inch along
And she knows all these lepidoptera
Can't always be wrong
But the world can be cruel
So she keeps these thoughts inside
Until all her little advocates
Fly away or die
She sings I miss the sunshine on my thighs
I'm too scared to feel it though
Because of the way they touch each other
I wish I understood just why
I line my ducks up in a row
But intrusive thoughts still bread each other
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
And they say that crying's healthy
But only cry when you're alone
So she'll probably just die early
Because these ghosts are always home
And she's too sensitive for showbiz
So she writes her little songs
And just plays them in her basement
While her demons sing along
They sing I miss the sand between my toes
But I can't wiggle them for very long
Because the grit still drives me crazy
I wish my brain would just let go
But I know that I'm just wired wrong
Because every calm thought forms up hazy
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
And she wanted to write something happy
This time she really tried
But this tenderhearted sadness
Is where she comfortably resides
She sings I miss the way my friends would laugh
But I knew it wouldn't be too long before they'd all just up and leave me
I wish this present would just pass
Then I'll finally say I'm ok and know for once that I do mean it
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick

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