Mowing the lawn is alright
It's better than crying on the couch with Mr. Clark
Treats me alright
Considering I'm bleeding on his ex-wife's lingerie

But when I close my eyes
And escape into that sports car
Everything seems fine

And I feel like a sister spirit to the moon
The seperated fragments of my mother's body
The chicken's skin cleaved off above bride soup
And dragged into the stew by gravity

Felix and Paul's eyes illuminated the dark
With the kind, subtle sunshine of my first friend
They looked sweet
Shared my first beer in that park

I was dressed like a boy
Coming home from school
But after we bankrupted the six-pack
They drove me home

I sat between the two
Burnt to the third-degree
That night, I woke up screaming
Having dreamt they'd torment my body
And I feel like a sister spirit to the moon
The seperated fragments of my mother's body
The chicken's skin cleaved off above bride soup
And dragged into the stew by gravity

As I stared at skinny knees in front of me
I wondered if I wasn't skewered upon that spit by destiny
I still barely understand how I felt when he looked at me
Like his universe was salivating endlessly

But I might've felt, hah, it wasn't safe from that house
Or I might've felt like I never returned to loneliness
Or I might've felt my soul burn down around me
Under the grinding friction of something else

And I feel like a sister spirit to the moon
The seperated fragments of my mother's body
The chicken's skin cleaved off above bride soup
And dragged into the stew by gravity

And a giant meteorite struck proto Earth
Instantly seperating at least a seventieth of it's matter
Some that escaped the atmosphere became ensnared by gravity and formed the moon
Don't you feel lonely like I do?