Moth

She could, a moth to a flame Walk around the new deck It all looks the same As when we lived here In some other age Now that I am older I have another name Me a moth wanting good Not this fame, nothing fake Me a moth craving food Not the same, what you make Me a moth wanting good Not this fame, nothing fake Me a moth craving food Not the same, what you make Goodbye lucky Secret age, secret place Goodbye Fakey Someone's face, another taste Goodbye lucky Secret age, secret place Goodbye Fakey Someone's face, another taste Goodbye lucky Secret age, secret place Goodbye Fakey Someone's face, another taste