Miss Cricket

There is a cricket in my room scraping every night
Two months, and I can't get enough
I used to wonder what it meant, and if it's luck
But now I worry that she'll die

I sit here in a lonely space, but I don't feel alone
The silence just has to wait, she scratches while I ramble on
And I don't try and find her
I'm just glad she's still there

Sometimes I wish she was back with her fam
But I want her to myself too much
They wouldn't even appreciate her like I do
Nobody else can feel this love

What if she's hungry, or looking for a lover
What if she feels me or thinks of me her mother
What if she's scared that I'm gonna kill her
Maybe I'm trippin', just because I miss her

There was a cricket in my room scraping every night
A love you just can't get enough of
I used to wonder what it meant and if it's luck
But now I'm just sad that she died

They're never to small to love
Never too big to dream
When I'm out in the big crowd
I'll hear Miss Cricket louder than any scream

But now it's silent and my mind is running laps
Too many voices tryin' to fill the gaps
Two nights I wonder, feeling like a widow
Then I simply slid open the window

Symphony, we're not alone
Simply, we're not alone
Symphony, we're not alone
Simply, we're not alone

Symphony, we're not alone
Simply, we're not alone
Symphony, we're not alone
Simply, we're not alone