I Keep Eating Myself

There are worse places to sleep than a coffin

There are harder hands to hold than each others

And if I keep eating myself

there will be nothing left

So lets hope the trap on the end of my tail

gets stuck in my neck

Teeth!

The chewing overwhelms me

and I’ll go down easy

until I’m left in pieces

Now the weight that holds me down

bursts out of my chest

It talks a lot like love

and crawls a lot like hate

There are worse places to sleep than a coffin

There are harder hands to hold than each others