Gobble

Oh my stars! Throw me in a fairytale.

In real life I’m afraid of what I want

Oh I am terrified to have it.

The magic would be saying, “I am full,”

And fully meaning it.

Knock me down, cast me as the underdog.

When things are going well I find I’ll root for anybody but myself.

Oh what’s the point in seeing dreams coming true?

When I rear back my ugly head,

And I change mind again

At the sight of it.

What the hell! Paint me in fluorescent lights.

Strip away the deeds that I pretend proceed from my unpleasant plight.

Oh look at her! What a shining surprise. She made it out.

Now what is this? Who is standing in my place?

What is that ungainly thing? There’s something quite familiar about its face…

“Oh shit,” I think, “I might have seen it before.”

So I rear back my ugly head,

And I change my mind again.

And so I’ll take it all in

Just to throw it all up,

And I’ll gobble it up again.

And so I’ll take it all in

Just to throw it all up,

And I’ll gobble it up again.

I’ll sing chorus of “I don’t know”s

When you ask me what I need.

But when you turn your back I will think again

And incant the words of this spell

This spell so filthy, so true:

“I WANT”,

And I’ll put down my fork again.

Cast me out, leave me to the wind and cold—

Muscles strong for shivering and a heart that thrives on that which I withhold.

Of course it comes down to the simplest things:

The fear of a wish fulfilled,

And the truth that haunts me still,

Each time I rear back my ugly head

And I change my mind again.