Moth

Sometimes, pear-shaped women melt down
Onto concrete
Splashing sun and sidewalk insects
Down by these feet

Sometimes puddles terrify me
As they gaze up
Scrap of paper, floating crumpled
I can't pick up
Goodbye

No one's ever gonna find out
From this shut mouth
Just be sure to keep these eyes closed
They can read those

Sometimes people use their sound holes
Pointed at me
Rusty winds groaning down alleys
Blow right past me

Sometimes pipes creaking inside here
Know me too well
Flesh and steel I had carved up
For a farewell
Too late

No one's ever gonna find out
From this shut mouth
Just be sure to keep these eyes closed
They can read those

I'll never wish for it
But now it grows inside
Just like a moth

No one's ever gonna find out
From this shut mouth
Just be sure to keep these eyes closed
They can read those

No one's ever gonna find out
From this shut mouth



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Edwards, Ken Andrews
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