Moth Song
Baby I feel like a moth tonight
Staring dead ahead into the bathroom light
Buzzing and buzzing my body feels fuzzy
I'll stumble back home when this party's dead
I like to float above everything
Tomorrow I'll throw up and i'll regret none of it
I don't have to think while bent over the sink
I don't have to try to get over it
Swerving through bodies I make my escape to the
Kitchen I open the fridge in a haze til I
Find what I want and my pupils begin to glaze
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the light bulb
The more likely they are to tip
Honey can we get fucked up tonight
I think when I'm sober I act like a parasite
My stature and face seems to scream I'm a waste
I don't want pity I want worship
I'm drawn to the sun so the people have fun
They throw me their bounty to watch it grow
They laugh and they stare as I trip down the stairs
You'd think all the chemicals had made me glow
Decisions of fission my blood turns to magma
I proclaim my gospel in a language like latin
And the audience watches, and thinks, what a queer little thing
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the lightbulb
The more likely they are to tip
Oh the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me
Trip
The more I get shocked by the lightbulb
The more likely they are to tip
Staring dead ahead into the bathroom light
Buzzing and buzzing my body feels fuzzy
I'll stumble back home when this party's dead
I like to float above everything
Tomorrow I'll throw up and i'll regret none of it
I don't have to think while bent over the sink
I don't have to try to get over it
Swerving through bodies I make my escape to the
Kitchen I open the fridge in a haze til I
Find what I want and my pupils begin to glaze
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the light bulb
The more likely they are to tip
Honey can we get fucked up tonight
I think when I'm sober I act like a parasite
My stature and face seems to scream I'm a waste
I don't want pity I want worship
I'm drawn to the sun so the people have fun
They throw me their bounty to watch it grow
They laugh and they stare as I trip down the stairs
You'd think all the chemicals had made me glow
Decisions of fission my blood turns to magma
I proclaim my gospel in a language like latin
And the audience watches, and thinks, what a queer little thing
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the lightbulb
The more likely they are to tip
Oh the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Oh the people watch me
Trip
The more I get shocked by the lightbulb
The more likely they are to tip
Credits
Writer(s): Nano Siegert-wilkinson
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