Still a Fly

That's alright, that's okay,
I can wait, you're still a fly,
Eating through,
Trying to live within the space you ate.
But still, you're just a kid,
You shouldn't read Dostoevsky at your age.
’Cause that and nicotine will make you pale and lean,
And twist your face like Mr. Grays,
Though it just manifests in paintings that you make,
Your glassy eyes will stay the same,
Are you that hungry for a change.
You're waking up
You're flying out
The door has sprung loose
Don't forget me
That's alright, that's okay
It’ll come out and It’ll say
What’re you doing here? I don’t want you to be anyway,
And I’ll laugh and I’ll say,
"Hey baby".
Maybe you would laugh a lot,
Because that's not something I usually say,
But that's the whole reason
That it got on the tip of my tongue
And that's still okay.
You're waking up.
You're flying out.
The door has sprung loose,
Don't forget me.
And then it came and rained on down,
From the sky and into my head.
I tried to think but it was too fast,
So I just said anything that came.
You're waking up.
You're flying out.
The door has sprung loose.
Don't forget me.