"Baby, I'm Not (A Werewolf)" lyrics

"Baby, I'm Not (A Werewolf)"

I woke up panicked, short a ghost
Water running in the bathroom sink
I listed sideways from my bed
And threw my body down the hall

Forearm to ledge, I braced
And smeared the steam to find my face
Imagine my confusion and my horror
As my body said to me, as if to another

Baby, I'm not, hmm-mm
Oh, baby, I'm not, hmm-mm
Baby, I'm not a werewolf
But I don't know about you

But our words shared a carnivore sound
Like we cut our meat with the side of our mouths
Our words bent like knives
Yet I remember nothing but horizon
I remember nothing but horizon
I ate miles and miles of the horizon

Limping home through a stubbled field
Missing half of my left hand
Door ajar, abandoned car
I bandaged it with a potato chip bag
My thoughts drained out
Through a ruby red sluice
I could not read them

Now, here before the mirror
With the steam cleared away
I see my flanks raw, bedazzled
In a spray of rock salt haste

Indescribable filth under my fingernails remaining
I ate every story, I ate every myth
And when I finished with the minotaur
I ate the Labyrinth
I ate every story, I ate every myth
And when I finished with the minotaur
I ate the Labyrinth
So if I'm not
What have I done?
"You dream too hard," says my reflection

But baby, I'm not, hmm-mm
Oh, baby, I'm not, hmm-mm
Baby, I'm not


Writer(s): Neko Richelle Case, Paul Andrew Rigby
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