It doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.


Evening appetizer, don't you pray
That you will be free of me someday?
Don't swallow half the things you see me eat
Purge before bed so I can sleep

Sordid equalizer fix my leaks
Haven't eaten cake for weeks and weeks
Yesterday the doctor had me weighed (he said)
Lack of sleep has kept my growth delayed

I reach for small things
I pray to small things
I love all small things and want to be
Just like them

Third chakra advisor where's your grin?
Isn't your shine brighter that I'm thin?
Nine-year-old sister dear why so angry?
I love it that you're heavier than me

Evening appetizer there's
A lock on my pocket
A lock on my pocket
But the pearl's not there.

Evening appetizer, there's
A lock in my stomach
A lock in my stomach
It keeps you from nestling inside.

Spit into the napkin, how impolite
But I'm pure as a glass held to the light
Parasitic infants can't come home, can't stay
Can't hide where there's no blood to lay their eggs

I reach for small things
I pray to small things
I love all small things, they're
So wonderful to me

I reach for small things
I live for small things
I worship small things but they don't
Worship me.

for Krysta