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