Inside Problems

Molting porous sheathing Breathing through the skin Sloughing, breaching, preening Exoskeleton Don't talk to me now, I'm molting Don't tell me that it's revolting Every inch of us Every inch of us Every inch of us a walking miracle I just got born I just got born Oh, my God, I just got born And all your juvenile plumage Is falling to the forest floor You lost your teenage plumage So you make the same mistakes again once more Don't tell me that you can't see her Try as you might, you can't deter Every inch of her Every inch of her Every inch of her a walking miracle She just got born She just got born Oh, my God, she just got born First, you sink, you fall hard Loose the ties that bind Incubate your bleeding heart now Little piece of you you leave behind you When all your inside problems Really aren't your problem anymore And all your inside problems Are passing through the threshold of your door And all your juvenile plumage Is falling to the forest floor You lost your teenage plumage So you make the same mistakes again once more Don't talk to me now, I'm molting Don't tell me that it's revolting Ah, oh, my God, I just got born I just got born I just got born Oh, my God Oh, my God, I just got-