Interpret:

Fiona Apple

Album:

The Idler Wheel...

Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain


These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze


That's where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in, no
Every single night's alright with my brain


What'd I say to her
Why'd I say to her
What does she think of me?
That I'm not what I ought to be


That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does


Then brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is a yolk
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain


I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything


So I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget


That what I am is what I am 'cause I does what I does
And maybe I'd relax; let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me


Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain


I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything