Bug

I'm not your girlfriend
But I'm a lot of little things
Like the bug inside the bathtub
With wet wings

Like a play within a play
Within a play within a scene
Like the look you shot your father
When he asked if I would sing

Oh, come on
Just one song

I'm not your baby
But I'm a lot of moving parts
Like a piston in an engine
Or the whole car

Like my hand in transit landing
On the handle of your jaw
Like the work it takes to keep me
At the length of both your arms

I can go
Just say so

Actually, if you're around, come by
It's late but if you're awake then so am I
And I can't cut it out

I'm not my envy
But I'm a bunch of stuff instead
Like the top sheet in a tangle
At the bed's end

Like the weeds grown out the sidewalk
In a cluster from the crack
Like my fist inside my pocket
When you talk to me like that

He persists
Just one kiss

Actually, if you're around, come by
It's late but if you're awake then so am I
And I can't cut it out

What would you do to me
If you could do anything to me?
What would you do to me
If you could do anything to me?

What would you do to me
If you could do anything to me?
What would you do to me
If you could do anything to me?



Credits
Writer(s): Annie Blackman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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