Moth

Out of the pan into the fire

Out of her hands into a liar

It would be better

If everyone gave what they wanted

And they said what they won't

It would be better

It would be better

Hate on the left of me

Pain on the right side

Theyre taking the best of me

Wait for the right time

But stay out of the sun

Stay out of the sun

You fell from her hands into your sight

Felt everything

And wished you went blind

It will be better

It will be better

Out of the way

Out of the way

Out of the way

Hate on the left of me

Pain on the right side

Theyre taking the best of me

Wait for the right time

But stay out of the sun

Stay out of the sun

Stay out of the sun

Theres a glare there in the sun

That will tear through the ones

That were there and called when no one else was there

They carried you home

Is it true a moth dies flying to the light

Stay out of the way

Out of the way

Into the calm and stay

Out ouf the

Out of the way

Out of the way

Out of the way

It will be better into the womb

On the heels of her letter

Into the womb

If we forget

Into the womb