I have this cartoon habit of drawing circles with my feet
Now call me blind or an addict but I can't seem to drop it all for anything
The modern half of a mummified man
Trying to read his glyphs in the dark
I said, "Gimme a spark,"
But no, you gave me the dark
A gift and a backhand
Cause I am a creature of habit
What can I say
I don't have 21 days to spare
And you give me too much credit
You were in Mexico I was nowhere
And I think like the trees and everything green
Going electric in the spring
Did my buzzing wake you from a dream?
I know that I'm not honest but I'm getting better at it
And if I hurt you I promise it's not just how I said it
But I am not a wreck
I am not dull
I may only be a moon but at least I'm deserving of you
Can we switch rotations?
I need more attention
Can I be in the center for a bit?
But I am a creature of habit
What can I say
I don't have 21 days to spare
And you, you give me too much credit
You were in Mexico I was nowhere
And I think like the trees and everything green
Going electric in the spring
Did my buzzing wake you from a dream?
And did you think the dream was me?