The Mosquito
spelled out with smoke in the sunny sky
burning bright in my glassy eyes
message of mud written in the sand
wipe my hands as the little bird lands
i am a parasite
i am your satellite
sorry
i'm a mosquito filled with milk
a phoney rose of yellow silk
and i will burn all i have got
lost in the woods as i chase a bird
thick red letters in groups of words
written on stones in a shallow brook
speak to me as i take a look
i am a carpet snag
stuck in your vacuum bag
sorry
i'm like this man i used to know
he was as cold and dead as snow
and he would melt when it got hot
rolling around in the dirt
i fell like running until i get hurt
i feel like writing my name in the sky
holding my breath til i die
message to myself
to me
straight from my own mouth
to me
i am a carpet snag
stuck in your vacuum bag
so sorry
i'm like this man i used to know
he was as cold and dead as snow
and he would melt when it got hot
i'm a mosquito filled with milk
a phoney rose of yellow silk
and i will burn all i have got


