I'm afraid, for what it's worth Insects under, looking into your eyes and get under They want their time I'm like a bin, or a small plastic cage If the toxic fumes will kill, starvation is its thrill I'm afraid, for what it's worth I'm afraid, to do the twist in the light ... It's what time allows Maybe I will come around I'm afraid to kiss the lips Of a wooden statue gone missing in the mist Underneath the hanging skin, I see a real-life baby girl I see a straight hand missing a clue, Give it a precious squeeze and then and the love will release I'm just afraid of what it's worth I've seen ... to breaking my... and ... that way I love who you are