Waking Up in Brand New Pjs

Woke up this morning in a blanket of sweat
An orchestra is tuning itself in my head
But it's not as bad as I make it sound
You know, I am used to it when the Sun comes out
She's a hurricane in stockings and a thousand storms at once
The havoc that we made due to blunderbuss nuance
I wouldn't take it back, not even for a while
Those moments are entrapped in the valley of her smile

She's putting on her skirt, snake in place of a belt
It was not hissing at me, at least that's how I felt
The more I know myself, the more I hate my name
It's 7 AM and there's moth's blood on the doorframe
Last night was all black, I think my conscience slept
I'm sorry honey, was it me or was it someone else?
Either way I derailed from those blank and dead-end tracks
That I rode on as a skeleton, I'm tired of wearing cracks

The more I know myself the less I hate my name
Being satisfied with this pace means to be insane
By this point I am just repeating myself
It's a real struggle, please keep listening babe
Moth's blood is all dried up
Moth's blood is all dried up
The way we fought through fall
Transmits the urge to overhaul