I catch my bugs in clear plastic bottles
all corked up and waiting for open
watching you kill them one and another
my heart is a little more broken

It's strange to watch the sun go down
before it's had the chance to come up
Everything I know is running through backwards
from all the ways that I know it ought

It's strange because my heart is long gone
yet I still manage giving it to you
just a little bit more, and a little bit more
and yet I know I'm not in love with you

Stop stealing those bugs in clear plastic bottles
just come and kiss my thoughts all anew
Take me out walking with bottles in rain
So I can pop-corks-the-weasel all askew