Every single night
I endure the flight
of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain.
These ideas of mine
percolate the mind.
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly
Swelling to a blaze.
That’s where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t fit the feelings in.
Every single night’s alright with my brain.
What’d i say to her
Why’d i say it to her
What does she think of me?
That i’m not what I ought to be?
That i’m what i try not to be
It’s got to be somebody elses fault
I can’t get caught.
If what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
Then brother step back cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is a yolk and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on.
Every single night is a fight with my brain.
I just wanna to feel everything. (x3)
So I’m gonna try to be still
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
if we had a doble-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I’d soon forget…
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe i’d relax; let my breast just bust open
My heart’s made of parts of all that around me
and that’s why the devil just can’t get around me.
Every single night is alright, every single night is a fight.
Every single fight’s alright
with my brain…
I just wanna feel everything. (x4)