I am singing for the moth in the room
He flew in for the light
But is staying for the music, I presume
(Zoom zoom)
I can't stop staring at the moth in the room
Reminds me too much of a podcast I like to listen to
(Doo doo)
I'm hitting wrong keys but I don't care
That bug would never pass judgement
I've never been so self aware
Cause moths are gross and self-indulgent
(Cause moths are creatures of self-indulgence)
I'm so consumed by the moth in the room
Reminds me of the times Grace and I would talk about tattoos
(Doo doo)
We always hit wrong keys but we didn't care
Between us, there was never any judgement
These days, I'm just so self-aware
Cause it's been a long time since I've had an audience
