Moth by The Human Fly Lyrics

Nothing’s gonna be kept sacred
If you give it up, then you should fake it
Then somebody wins

And you shimmer, you got thinner, or it might just be the cloth
Well, I’d love to be a butterfly, but I was just a moth

I eat away at all your clothing
I hang out on your wall self-loathing
I won’t bother you

There’s a serious request at hand, you’re trying not to laugh
And it seems like good things go away, but bad times never pass

Everything grows then goes out the window
Lay me to rest right under your pillow
You don’t have to hold a service, everything is perfect as is
What’s left to say?