Spiders Lyrics

And I haven't asked for much since I met her
Some courage and maybe some heart
But Jupiter, please, will you raise your fists
And mend all that keeps us apart?

There's the thing with her father, the thing with me broken
Her new jealous ex and the press
And each of them not much worse than the other
But still pretty bad nonetheless

'Cause there are spiders under my skin when she's not around
And there are spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
And there are spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
And there are spiders breeding armies Happily tethered to their funny spouses
With drooling babies on the way
With bright colored sweaters that grow in the dark
Can't you make us be more like them?

There's the thing with her girlfriends
The whole feeling nothing, the geography of it all
And each of them not much worse than the other
But still pretty bad all in all

And there are spiders under my skin when she's not around
And there are spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
And there are spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
And there are spiders breeding armies

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