Clouds Stole My Trousers (Feat Derp Voice)

[Intro — broken whisper, crooked music-box piano] Clouds are where I'm caught, In a thought that I forgot. They rain upside my memory, And the sky won't set me free. Oohhh... mo-mo-mo, mo-mo-maybe, Ba-da-ding, my heart went gravy. Mmmmmm... doo-be-doo, don't leave me, The moon's got teeth and they're eating me! [Build — wobbling harmonies, increasingly frantic] Mo-mo-mo, mo-mo-moan, Who's been calling on my telephone? Do-be-do-ba, do-be-do-blue, I sent my heart but it came back as a shoe! Here we go, here we go, here we go... I think my shadow's moving slow! [Verse 1 — emotional singing over a crooked beat] I've got a hole where my hello goes, A little black garden where nobody grows. I planted a kiss in a cup of the rain, But the flowers came out speaking somebody else's name. My ceiling is swimming, my floor's seasick, My heart does a cartwheel and lands on its lipstick. I tried to be normal, I gave it a go, But my left foot said yes and my right foot said no! The stars know my secrets, the moon knows my sins, There's a sad little orchestra playing under my skin. I asked my mirror to tell me the truth, It pulled down its curtains and said, "Who are you?" [Pre-Chorus — rising falsetto, layered murmurs] Am I a person or a puddle in shoes? Am I the one who was born to lose? Little bells going ting-a-ling-ling, There's a tiny sad worm wearing a diamond ring! [Chorus — huge soulful melody, stretched vowels and sudden vocal flips] I'm a loser, baby, You know it's true! I've got a heart full of holes And a pocket full of blue. All the things you've seen, All the things we've been through, I understand the pain I caused, But why's my shirt on the moon? I'm emotionally unstable, I'm a teacup on a cable! I'm a bumblebee with a broken little wing. I want the honey, want the candy, Want the sugar, want you near me, But my mouth keeps saying nothing When my heart wants everything! You-you-you-you-you... Why won't you let me be with you? Ooooooh, do-ba-daaaa... I think I just misplaced my shoe! [Post-Chorus — surreal sing-song, overlapping harmonies] Mo-mo-mo, mo-mo-maybe, Ba-da-doo, my brain's gone gravy. Sha-la-loo, my heart went splat, There's a tiny little king living under my hat! Doobie-doobie, blue-ba-bing, I taught a butterfly to sing. La-la-la, don't look at me... I think the sky has swallowed me! [Verse 2 — twitchy rhythm, heartfelt but absurd] I buzz around like a bumblebee, Looking for the part that used to be me. There's a jar in my chest marked "Handle with Care," But the lid came loose and there's nobody there. I chased a rainbow down a spiral staircase, Found my reflection wearing somebody else's face. I know that I hurt you, I know that I lied, I wore my foolish little feelings on the outside. I wish I could fix it, I wish I knew how, But I'm arguing with a banana and losing right now! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear, A thousand tiny apologies float through the air. I reach out to catch them, they turn into birds, Then fly through the window repeating my words! [Breakdown — beat disappears, trembling voice and distant humming] Lone room... Low moon... Nobody home... Do-be-scooby-do... I had a little feeling, Put it in a bowl. It grew a pair of tiny legs And ran away with my soul. Bom-do-be-shaaa... Mmmmm... ahhhhh... I can hear my heart, But I can't tell where... (Oh, there you are...) Wait. That's a potato. [Final Chorus — explosive soul vocals, emotional cracks and choir harmonies] I'm a loser, baby, But I'm trying to grow! I've got roots in the clouds And nowhere to go. All the things I've broken, All the love I couldn't prove, I've been dancing with my demons In a pair of borrowed shoes! I'm emotionally unstable, But I'm still upon the table! I'm a bumblebee with honey in my wings. I want the laughter, want the sunshine, Want to stitch your heart to mine, But the thread keeps turning into Little worms that sing in rhyme! You-you-you-you-you... I still want to be with you! Ooooooh, don't go, don't go... I just found my other shoe! [Outro — exhausted humming, fading music box] Mo-mo-mo... maybe tomorrow... Ba-da-doo... a little less sorrow... Mmmmmm... the clouds are turning pink... I had a thought... I think... Oh, shit. I lost my taste... (Do-ba-ding...) ...and my trousers. [One final music-box note, distant confused giggle]