spider to the fly

I took a felt tip pen and drew a spider on my forearm
I took a step outside, held my breath and pulled a fire alarm
Stood in the center of the aisle and braced myself for the swarm
That never comes, it never comes

I've got a tattoo of a fly
Underneath my left eye
It used to be a tear
But I never ever cry
No more
No more
I expect it all the time
I expect it any minute
Can't predict the shape or size
But I'll know it when I'm in it
A web made just for me
(A web made just for me)

I don't mind--I don't mind
I'm already suffocating
I don't mind--I don't mind
It's strangely liberating
When you find that special someone
Who will tear you limb from limb
Don't waste a moment struggling
Just give in.

From the fly to the spider
From the spider to the fly
It's the same result every single time.
From the fly to the spider
From the spider to the fly
It's the same result every single time.

end.

spider to the fly©2009 by frank caravella