Melon Blade

So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible when you’re messed up too soon
So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible when you’re messed up too soon
You’ll keep a close eye
On the ever passing time
Fake a left turn towards the air
A brick wall through the bend
Things you don’t care to know
A burst of colour, an open window
Sharp pain, a smiling face
You’re nothing more than empty space
So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible, when you’re messed up too soon
So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible, when you’re messed up too soon
The next time I arrive
I hope I feel more alive
A lack of worries, a lack of drive
It’s all spun around in my mind
Is this wrong, is this right?
I won’t know until next time
I guess I’ll just live my life
As another body in line
So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible, when you’re messed up too soon
So I’ll just feed the moon
With nothing more than a crooked spoon
It’s possible, when you’re messed up too soon
I am just a girl — I am just a boy
My hair is long — My hair is long
My eyes are green — My eyes are blue
I still feel pain — And I still feel pain
I didn’t cry last night
I didn’t cry last night
I didn’t cry last night
But I am dead inside, dead inside