Spider in England - Western Addiction

The winter of my life will be the fall of my being

I can’t change, God I Can’t change

Laboring under a misapprehension

I can’t change, I want to change

Made a pact with my sheets

Scratching through my hands

When I met my spider in England

Your smooth teeth and the breath that glides over them

You can’t change, why can’t you change?

It seems that our eyes were smaller than our stomachs

You’ll never change

A cold, callous June, screaming out sand

When i met your spider in England