[Verse 1] Little glass jungle on the bookshelf Jumping spiders watching like a crowd Stick insects swaying like slow dancers Eggs tucked under cotton like a cloud Pinned wings shining in the shadow Tiny shells buried in the moss She whispers names in Latin and in nonsense Counts each leg Each freckle Each little flaw [Chorus] She’s the weird bug lady Queen of every creeping thing From isopods to painted wings Yeah The weird bug lady Turns her feelings into art Gentle hands Encyclopedia heart (oh, she’s my) Weird bug lady Every odd thought finds a home Every small life never feels alone [Verse 2] Jars of bark lined up like a skyline Sketchbook stained with soil on her knee Brain buzzing louder than the crickets But here the static settles into peace Little pill-shaped cleaners in the corners Rolling through the tunnels that she built She frames a beetle with a halo Gold leaf glowing soft around the guilt [Chorus] She’s the weird bug lady Queen of every creeping thing From isopods to painted wings Yeah The weird bug lady Turns her feelings into art Gentle hands Encyclopedia heart (oh, she’s my) Weird bug lady Every odd thought finds a home Every small life never feels alone [Bridge] People say “that’s strange” She just shrugs Rearrange Another branch Another leaf Another clue In the quiet she can hear Every fear Every cheer Tiny footsteps marching in her room [Chorus] She’s the weird bug lady Queen of every creeping thing From isopods to painted wings Yeah The weird bug lady Turns her feelings into art Gentle hands Encyclopedia heart (oh, she’s my) Weird bug lady Every odd thought finds a home Every small life never feels alone
