Tiny Moving Parts Along The Lakeside Lyrics

Be grateful of what you got
Well, I'm not
Here I am, locked myself in the basement
Smashing spiders up against my wall
I'm creating amazing
Science experiments with jealously
They have much more feet than
What I could ever fill
I will cut my lips on a Minnesota license plate
Just to draw you in
Just to let you know the route to my vein
Prepare for your first winter
Throw on your coat and hope for months of snow

This bliss, this bliss
This bliss is far too bold
For this, for this
For this heart to hold alone
And on my own and I'm still scared, so scared
Throwing up, no throw up
Because dry heaving is the new black
Well, my throat's a desert as I see my words
Clogging up the bath tub
With each and every letter that I should've said
(That I should have said)
Combined to make perfect sense

I'm wide awake and it's past my bedtime
I'm busy flipping nickels and dimes in the wishing well along the lakeside
And I will be brave all summer long because I, I, got, got, guts