cold fries i m half a cigarette from believing they doubled my potion with those eyes you might have to pretend you re not even til the song is blown your blue bow as simple as the snow like confetti how steady you bloom but those girls and trouble makes you feel like it s okay you left a bite i d never seen before and it was shaped like a moth wing and i don t have to paint the devil on the wall babe that s to say it grows but it won t go away i said boom my lord if you ever get back to little compton a bolide a fire in the sky a machete i ve mistaken my own there s no drugs in boston or l a that ll get me home you left a bite i d never seen before and it was shaped like a moth wing and now i ve left a trail of blood from your window pane i m drawn like a moth to a flame i said boom my lord if you ever get back to little compton