Spiders

When the moon comes out I’ll be in bed
And the only thing that’s moving are the spiders
Send me memories of dreams I never had
I’m still holding out for something simpler

I simulate the mistakes I didn’t make
and the patterns I thought I’d thrown away
it’s safe to say that I’m wasting all my best days
staring down at the city lights
like a living complaint

All it takes is a little shove
Cause it’s easier to die than to fall in love
Days go by but I’m the same
And the only measurement is in the names
I won’t stomach heartbreak halfway

The case you make is thin
I’m safer sleeping in

Were you hollering at me or someone else?
Did you hold each one to a benchmark I can’t hold myself?
Were you caught between those last remarks
and some love for yourself?

Then bundle up and go to bed
With the spiders spinning cobwebs
In the back of your head lives the boy you haven’t met
It’s too late to close your eyes
but too early for getting dressed

All it takes is a little shove
Cause it’s easier to die than to fall in love
Days go by but I’m still ashamed
And the only measure is in the names
I won’t stomach heartbreak halfway

Meanwhile I was bored
as the city softly snored
It’s easy enough to do
from the city’s point of view

Time passes by I’m still awake
And the only measurement is the spiders
Except for the cobwebs nothing ever changed
The feeling is still the same
like a living mistake

Toe the edge it’s a better place
To roll back through the queue of names
In sight of the moon
would your eyes even move?
It’s never too late
and it’s never too soon

All it takes is a little shove
Cause it’s easier to sleep than to fall in love
I’m safe in bed with the spiders spinning cobwebs
Like a shrine to all the boys I can never forget