I Might Be Stupid To Think Love

I Don't Consider Myself A Great Writer, But I Would Like To Think That I Can At Least Proof- Read.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.

The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame He Might Get Burned, But He's In The Game And Once He's In, He Can't Go Back He'll Beat His Wings Till He Burns Them Black No, The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real 'cause Flame And Moth Got A Sweetheart Deal And Nothing Fuels A Good Flirtation Like Need And Anger And Desperation No, The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real.

Everybody Kind Of Understands, Oh Yeah You Take Drugs And It Does Something To Your Brain And Then You Can't Stop. It's Easier To Describe That Shame, That Horrible Feeling Of Not Being Able To Control Your Own Life.

I Probably Would've Kept Slogging On That Same Chord Change, Because There's A Tendency To Have That Happen. You Get Into The Cadence In Your Mind, And It's Hard To Make The Kind Of Left Turn That You Probably Need To Keep It Really Interesting.