Moth - Failure

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