Life of the Spider (Draft)

It's four in the morning and I'm layin' with my head against the toilet seat

For several days now, I've been livin' here, too tired to sleep, too sick to eat

I feel like a monster

And it doesn't help that you will treat me like I've got the venom in my teeth

'Cause I'm the spider in your bathroom

I'm the shadow on the tile

I came for shelter from the cold

And I'd thought I'd stay a while

I'm only small, I'm only weak

And you jump at the sight of me

You'll kill me when I least expect it

God, how could I even think of daring to exist?

Looking just like this, I'm hideous

I'm nothing but legs, they used to say

I'm nothing but skin and bones these days

You dangle me high over the drain

And tell me I'm lucky you don't drop me there

And let me wash away

Or put me on display

By trapping me forever between a glass and a dinner plate

'Cause I'm the spider in your kitchen

Weaving webs through every year

And I worked real hard on the last one

But the last one got me here

I'm minding my own business

But my presence makes you curse

I should be getting better

But I'm only getting worse

And, God, how dare I even think of choosing here to die?

'Cause then I'm just a problem that you have to take outside

And I know you hate the sight of me, I haunt you when you're fast asleep

I've got eight legs, a million eyes, if only I had eight more lives

'Cause I'm a spider on the ceiling and you're nothing but a guy

You don't like it when I cry, you would break me if you tried

And you will because I dared to be alive