Every single night. I endure the flight. Of little wings of white-flamed. Butterflies in my brain. These ideas of mine. Percolate the mind. Trickle down the spine. Swarm the belly swelling to a blaze. That's when the pain comes in. Like a second skeleton. Trying to fit beneath the skin. I can't fit the feelings in no. Every single night's alright with my brain. What'd I say to her. What'd I say to her. What does she think of me. That I'm not what I ought to be. That I'm what I try not to be. It's got to be somebody else's fault. I can't get caught. If what I am is what I am cause I does what I does. Then brother get back cause my breast's gonna bust open. The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk and. I just made a meal for us both to choke on. Every single night's a fight with my brain. I just want to feel everything. I just want to feel everything. I just want to feel everything. So I'm gonna try to be still now. Gonna renounce the mill a little while and. If we had a double-king-sized bed. We could move in it and I'd soon forget. That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does. And maybe I'd relax let my breast shot bust open. My heart's made of parts of all that surround me. And that's why the devil just can't get around me. Every single night's alright every single night's a fight. And every single fight's alright with my brain. I just want to feel everything. I just want to feel everything. I just want to feel everything. I just want to feel everything