MOTH Songtext
von The Narcissist Cookbook

I love you like a moth
Loves the moon
I love you like a moth
Loves the moon
I navigate by you

But the advancement of modern civilization
Not being kind to the humble moth
All these artificial lights, open flames dotted between you and me
Falling disquietingly short of optical infinity
Fuck up my sense of direction almost entirely, and I
I keep setting myself on fire

This is just a metaphor, obviously
A clumsy one, I know
I′m not even sure what it's for
I think it means I need you
Which is a problem, because
Much like the moon does every morning
You are fucking off to New Zealand


I love you like a moth
Loves the moon
I navigate by you
I navigate by you

So, as I′ve said, I love you like a moth loves the moon
Except here's the thing
The moth needs the moon to be far away
Or else its internal navigation system goes awry
I don't actually love you like a moth loves the moon
It′s a bad metaphor — it′s bad metaphor
I was just trying to make your smile
Beam, if you will
From ear to pierced ear


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Don′t actually, don't actually, don't actually
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(Leave)
Don't, don′t, don't, don't, don′t
Don′t actually leave me here, man
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