Duckling Songtext
von Chloe Frances

You are not an angel, you are a pet.
I look at you through glossy eyes;
I′m sorry I haven't let you go yet.

We′re plucking out our feathers one by one.
In this second I am squished fingers in a desperate touch.


I want to say something about your posture,
how I noticed you're feeling blue,
like the night at your place when I got way too high
and sloppily told you I needed you.
Instead, I say nothing because
I know I'd rather not hear the answer.
Instead, I sink back into the couch.
I wonder what you are thinking,
I never find out.

Duckling, are you the ugly one?
Or, duckling, is it me?
Duckling, are you the ugly one?
Or, darling, it′s not that hard to believe.