There's a hair in our mouths, I'm a cloud You're the praying mantis I've been wondering about Is it just me, or is it sickening how destructive I love to be When I'm holed up in my house every weekend 'Cause I can't find nothing timeless to do And if I get above reproach sometime soon, or ever You know the first thing I'll do is inform you
Can someone pass a note Write, 'I don't need to cry tonight' Tell him hello Tell him I hope his bed doesn't swallow him whole And I've been eating as much as I said I would And feeling guilty for feeling good
Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust Why'd you have to go and make gods of us
There is one very visceral string It's pulling me to lie over the sea I drink rapidly a glass of water and protest weakly Absentmindedly, I notice there's a man, he's licking the ear of his woman In the car right next to me As I realize it's not brave To be preoccupied with all the minor things in life Like it's all about to capsize In fact, it's just vain To say I'll see you on the other side In case our eyes still look alike They sure do in my mind
Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust Why'd you have to go and make gods of us Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust Why'd you have to go and make us
With brows this furrowed and fists so faint I'd like to know With brows this furrowed and fists so faint I'd like to know