There's a half-spotted moth on my bathroom floor
It crawls slowly across it and a wing tattered torn
This plane of linoleum, it's final resting place
The crush of my hand ends a deadly race
Time is wasting on a half spot butterfly
Was doomed from the start and surely meant to die
I'm closing my window my lights dim once again
I'll hold no goddamn butterflies, I'll give no more an end
My window is shut now it opens no more
My doors still stay locked and there's dust on the floorboards
My window is shut now it opens no more
My doors still stay locked and there's blood on the floor
Everyday moth-men try to fly
Weighted down by gravity of broken lives
Drunk mother, drunk father, I saw you once there
You ripped off my skin and you tugged at my hair
Everyday moth-men try to fly
Weighted down by gravity of broken lives
Drunk mother, drunk father, I saw you once there
You ripped off my skin and you tugged at my hair
I'm trying too hard to pass by the days
With baggy eyes black outs and a pseudo punk phase
But my T-shirt has holes from the third sister's branches
My shoes have got soles lipped from your advances
Won't you see mall nights with stolen sushi are good enough for me
Hey bright eyes, won't you see, it's good enough for me
My window is shut now it opens no more
My doors still stay locked and there's dust on the floorboards
My window is shut now it opens no more
My doors still stay locked and there's blood on the floor
Everyday moth-men try to fly
Weighted down by gravity of broken lives
Drunk mother, drunk father, I saw you once there
You ripped off my skin and you tugged at my hair
Everyday moth-men try to fly
Weighted down by gravity of broken lives
Drunk mother, drunk father, I saw you once there
You ripped off my skin and you tugged at my hair
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024