Look in your bag There's a hole down there to crawl Into the back I have drawn to call you up Deep in your hand I'm a tiny star ...
You're my lady, you're my maybe
I want to be alone again I hate the friend I do not love You will hate yourself in time
I want to go So I travel out of my pad Onto the floor There's a pool somewhere, I know Back in your bowl ... so go
You're my lady, you're my maybe
I want to be alone again I hate the friend I do not love You will hate yourself in time
I've eaten off your arms to keep you From doing harm to yourself You need to be alone In sand that's warm Naturally, your death at sea Is obvious, and fascinating to me