The Moon

I used to spend my days howling at the moon Draining glass, gathering gravel on my tooth Not much has changed in the way that that world moves Except now the moon howls too We can talk ourselves into a headache No one’s trying to kill us on purpose Someday we’ll read the news on the porch Until then we’ll have to move We’ll get some rest some time this afternoon Where we can bake in some light that ends too soon If it weren’t for the night I’d never leave my room But now i get pulled in by the moon We can talk ourselves into a headache No one’s trying to kill us on purpose Someday we’ll read the news on the porch Until then we’ll have to move