[Instrumental dream] [verse 1] saturate my feelings Fill my cup with comfort pull my shoestring elevate our rapport [verse 2] discomfort as a service serenade my thoughts embellish them with malice sprinkle then with moths [Instrumental break] [bridge] Primordial soup Chrysalidal slop [INSTRUMENTAL drop] [chorus] Nesting for a bit i ain't chic I might weep I could leap [verse 3] standing in the crowd washing sins away noted by a crow wishing he could fly [Instrumental suspense] [chorus] Nesting for a bit i ain't chic I might weep I could leap Nesting for a bit i ain't chic I might flip I ain't cheap [bridge drop] Primordial soup Chrysalidal slop [chorus] Nesting for a bit i ain't chic I might weep I could leap
