Delicious Flies from After Luck by Mikey Marget

Sometimes my mind doesn’t work quite right, it’s like I’m sitting all alone in a dark room.
You come on in, gentle and kind, you help me to turn on the light.

Like a jar of jam that’s been stuck for years, you crack me open and pour me out.
You capture all my wicked fears like a river net catches trout.
Like a spiderweb full of delicious flies, I love that you love my viscous mind.

Running in the street, well after midnight, you make me feel oh so silly.
I am like a birthday balloon that some reckless kid just let loose.

Like a jar of jam that’s been stuck for years, you crack me open and pour me out.
You capture all my wicked fears like a river net catches trout.
Like a spiderweb full of delicious flies, I love that you love my viscous mind.

I am overjoyed when your name pops up on my telephone screen.
Even when we’re far apart, you bring this little heart to it’s knees.

Like a jar of jam that’s been stuck for years, you crack me open and pour me out.
You capture all my wicked fears like a river net catches trout.
Like a spiderweb full of delicious flies, I love that you love my viscous mind.
I love that you love my viscous mind x2

• Folk
• cello
• fiddle
• improvisation
• indie
• indie folk
• love song
• singer-songwriter
• sweet
• Minneapolis