| Moths |
|---|
| Every night |
| I watch from my window |
| The moths |
| Dancin round the fake moon |
| Sun will rise |
| And hit our eyes |
| Through tiny shutter lines |
| Summer time |
| I know why you still |
| Wear your winter coat |
| (don't want to grow) |
| I know why you still climb |
| Into other people’s clothes |
| Wanting to preserve, but |
| Only stealing their bones |
| I grew out of mine |
