Moth Man
You never spoke with a single ounce of sun in your tone
But you hated the dark
Your pastime was shopping for the stars
You only wanted them when they were far
You're beautiful, you said, you said, you said
I could fit you right into my palm, you said, you said, you said
I love the way you always seem to light up my life
But I guess I took that wrong
I hope a lot for you, I said, I said
But you took that wrong
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
It was never in the books to wield a mallet to your skull
But I wouldn't mind
I couldn't trust you on much, but I bet a thousand bucks
You wouldn't even be surprised
If you ever left, you said, you said
I'd never even let you try, you said, you said, you said
I'd pick and pry and pull apart every vein that lines my face
But I guess that was a lie
And I could never wish bad on you, I said, I said
But we all lie
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
I bet that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I bet that she's purdy as night
I bet that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I bet it burnt, I bet it put up a fight
I bet your dog days are your frigid winters
I bet you walk with a limp
I bet you do everything with a sense of blithe
I bet it all, all
Falls apart in your grip
But you hated the dark
Your pastime was shopping for the stars
You only wanted them when they were far
You're beautiful, you said, you said, you said
I could fit you right into my palm, you said, you said, you said
I love the way you always seem to light up my life
But I guess I took that wrong
I hope a lot for you, I said, I said
But you took that wrong
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
It was never in the books to wield a mallet to your skull
But I wouldn't mind
I couldn't trust you on much, but I bet a thousand bucks
You wouldn't even be surprised
If you ever left, you said, you said
I'd never even let you try, you said, you said, you said
I'd pick and pry and pull apart every vein that lines my face
But I guess that was a lie
And I could never wish bad on you, I said, I said
But we all lie
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
I hope that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I hope she's purdy as night
I hope that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I hope it burns, I hope it puts up a fight
I hope your dog days are your frigid winters
I hope you walk with a limp
I hope you do everything with a sense of blithe
I hope it all falls apart in your grip
I bet that when you kiss her she tastes like cedar
I bet that she's purdy as night
I bet that when you fall into the light you wanted so bad
I bet it burnt, I bet it put up a fight
I bet your dog days are your frigid winters
I bet you walk with a limp
I bet you do everything with a sense of blithe
I bet it all, all
Falls apart in your grip
Credits
Writer(s): Claire Beeler
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