4/25/12


Every single night

I endure the flight

of little wings of white-flamed

Butterflies in my brain

These ideas of mine


Percolate the mind


Trickle down the spine


Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

That’s when the pain comes in

Like a second skeleton


Trying to fit beneath the skin


I can’t fit the feelings in

Every single night’s alright with my brain

What’d I say to her

What’d I say it to her

What does she think of me

That i’m not what I ought to be

That i’m what I try not to be

It’s got to be somebody else’s fault

I can’t get caught

If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does

Then brother, get back, cause my breast’s gonna bust open

The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and

I just made a meal for us both to choke on

Every single night’s a fight with my brain

I just want to feel everything

So i’m gonna try to be still now

Gonna renounce the mill a little while and

If we had a double-king-sized bed

We could move in it and i’d soon forget

That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does

And maybe i’d relax, let my breast shot bust open


My heart’s made of parts of all that surround me


And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me

Every single night’s alright, every single night’s a fight

And every single fight’s alright with my brain


I just want to feel everything


I just want to feel everything


I just want to feel everything


I just want to feel everything