Moth

Sometimes, pear-shaped women melt down Onto concrete Splashing sun and sidewalk insects Down by these feet Sometimes puddles terrify me As they gaze up Scrap of paper, floating crumpled I can't pick up Goodbye No one's ever gonna find out From this shut mouth Just be sure to keep these eyes closed They can read those Sometimes people use their sound holes Pointed at me Rusty winds groaning down alleys Blow right past me Sometimes pipes creaking inside here Know me too well Flesh and steel I had carved up For a farewell Too late No one's ever gonna find out From this shut mouth Just be sure to keep these eyes closed They can read those I'll never wish for it But now it grows inside Just like a moth No one's ever gonna find out From this shut mouth Just be sure to keep these eyes closed They can read those No one's ever gonna find out From this shut mouth