Bugs

Bugs rub their legs together in a fevered pitch It trips me out Never gonna let it out Birds they wheeze and my legs they itch Yeah it flips me out Wonder what it's all about And think of things, and how they got this way Way above the rest Isn't this the fucking best Superficial we may say So down to earth in an earthy kind of way It's just the best that we can do Is this just the best that we can do Planes that buzz and cars that roam Trees that grow through the forest foam Squirrels that cross you overhead Make their way to the squirrelly bed Yes, even squirrels have beds A natural light in the natural world It trips me out Never gonna read about it Our favored nation and our favorite girl She flips me out Never ever really doubt it And as your hand rests gently on her head Remove the clutter and the papers that you read A whispered comment or a compliment is said And you take her hand as you gesture toward the bed I can't believe this feels this good