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
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
Or else your 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 I'll say
What are you doing here, I don't want you to be anyway
And I'll laugh and I'll say, "Hey baby"
And 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

You're waking up
You're flying out
The door has sprung loose
Don't forget me