The Hermit Crab

Look in your bag
There's a hole down there to crawl
Into the back
I have drawn to call you up
Deep in your hand
I'm a tiny star ...

You're my lady, you're my maybe

I want to be alone again
I hate the friend I do not love
You will hate yourself in time

I want to go
So I travel out of my pad
Onto the floor
There's a pool somewhere, I know
Back in your bowl
... so go

You're my lady, you're my maybe

I want to be alone again
I hate the friend I do not love
You will hate yourself in time

I've eaten off your arms to keep you
From doing harm to yourself
You need to be alone
In sand that's warm
Naturally, your death at sea
Is obvious, and fascinating to me