My head is like a spiderweb so full that it collapses Just swaying in the wind, a weird tangle of insect corpses My head is like a spiderweb so full that it collapses Just swaying in the wind, a weird tangle of insect corpses I've lived my whole life in tiny rooms Filled with things that I've collected, attached to Each a memory or some heirloom Scrapbooks and photographs Drawings and scribble scratch A spoon from a diner from that week we drove to rescue her A dog collar Paper flowers Letters from old friends Maps and loose ends Lost plans Documents of how it's been Just a clean hard reminder That it will never be again Oh well, oh when another thread to keep pulling at My head is like a spiderweb so full that it collapses Just swaying in the wind, a weird tangle of insect corpses My head is like a spiderweb so full that it collapses Just swaying in the wind, a weird tangle of insect corpses