Oh, comfortable cocoon
Old familiar, can't break out of you
Dark, gloomy old cocoon
I keep wishing I'll be better soon
I woke up early this morning
And even made my bed
I tried my very best to
Not get stuck in my head
Ambitiously wrote so many things
On my to-do list
But you had different plans for me
Like a dragon with a sore tooth
I go underground to be alone
Retreat to the woods to lick my wounds
I prefer to heal things on my own
But then when I decide to
Reach out to some friends
You somehow always convince me
To rather not bother them
Well why's your commentary always
So damn incessantly mean
You don't seem to care very much for me
Cold, kooky cocoon
When I say I'm fine, you say I'm Doomed
Oh! Gloomy, old cocoon
How the hell did I end up
Inside of you
You say, Well, to get out of this
I'll need to stop resist
For things to be transformed
They need to be digested
All I really want to do is fly
Well, darling, all you need to do is
Let your old self die
So I cry
