Curl Around

And you’ll curl around like you always do
Cardboard box
Escorting a velvet shrew
The eyes that slither
They slide
And I’m giving out pieces
Of my soul
Just like I always do
And I know for whom the bell tolls
And I know why the caged bird sings
And Edgar’s in the alley
Sucking the souls from the clouds
In his coffee
I saw your soul today