Spiders Lyrics

And I haven't asked for much since I met her
Some courage and maybe some heart
But Jupiter, please, will you raise your fists
And mend all that keeps us apart?
There's the thing with her father
The thing with me broken
Her new jealous ex and the press
And each of them not much worse than the other
But still pretty bad, nonetheless

Because there's spiders under my skin when she's not around
And there's spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
And there's spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
And there's spiders breeding armies
Happily tethered to their funny spouses
With drooling babies on the way
With bright colored sweaters that glow in the dark
Can't you make us be more like them?
There's the thing with her girlfriends
The whole feeling nothing
The geography of it all
And each of them not much worse than the other
But still pretty bad all-in-all.

And there's spiders under my skin when she's not around
And there's spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
And there's spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
And there's spiders breeding armies