Inkmouth

moth child

it's best to hurt

it's best to sit in the corner sobbing

it'll get better, little moth

you don't need time to recover

i'm throwing up in my brain

and the harmonies in my sick

make little children

they are not my friends

the forest is thick and safe all around me

the forest is full of my friends

it's best to be close

best to be loved

little moth

stay in the forest