Bugs

[Verse 1]
Like a moth chomping fabric
I chomped my way through, through to you
My heart's not plastic
More like bamboo
I seem to froth at the thought of
Queuing up with you
Wait in line at the museum
Something new for us to do

[Verse 2]
Clench my fist and raise my arm
Reach into my throat to find
The word that means what I want before I lose it
A caterpillar taught me something new
Is how to survive when tap water is flowing over you
Is it possible to miss someone
When they're lying next to you?
The sound of your breathing reminds me of the wind
When it blows through my hair and against my skin
Do I even have a skeleton?
Because I feel like gelatine wherever you touch me
The word I'm looking for slips my mind
Just a moment longer, if you will
I haven't given up and I'm not about to resign