Melon Blade - Milk Teeth

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