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
