Inside Problems

Molting, porous, sheathing

Breathing through the skin

Sloughing, breaching, preening

Exoskeleton

Don't talk to me now, I'm molting

Don't tell me that it's revolting

Every inch of us

Every inch of us

Every inch of us a walking miracle

I just got born

I just got born

Oh my God, I just got born

And all your juvenile plumage

Is falling to the forest floor

You lost your teenage plumage

So you make the same mistakes again once more

Don't tell me that you can't see her

Try as you might, you can't deter

Every inch of her

Every inch of her

Every inch of her a walking miracle

She just got born

She just got born

Oh my God, she just got born

First, you think you'll fall apart

Loose the ties that bind

Incubate your bleeding heart now

Little piece of you you leave behind you

When all your inside problems

Really aren't your problem anymore

And all your inside problems

Are passing through the threshold of your door

And all your juvenile plumage

Is falling to the forest floor

You lost your teenage plumage

So you can make the same mistakes again once more

Don't talk to me now, I'm molting

Don't tell me that it's revolting

Ah, oh my God, I just got born

I just got born

I just got born

Oh my God

Oh my God, I just got—