Bugs

I got bugs.

I got bugs in my room.

Bugs in my bed.

Bugs in my ears.

There's eggs in my head.

Bugs in my pockets.

Bugs in my shoes.

Bugs in the way I feel about you.

Bugs in my window trying to get in.

They don't go nowhere.

Waiting, waiting, bugs on my ceiling, crowded the floor, standing, sitting, kneeling.

A few block the door.

And now the question's:

Do I kill them?

Become their friend?

Do I eat them?

Raw or well done?

Do I trick them?

I don't think they're dumb

Do I join them?

Looks like that's the one.

I got bugs on my skin.

Tickle my nausea.

I let it happen again.

They're always takin' over.

I see they surround me, I see.

See them deciding my fate.

Oh, that which was once, was once up to me.

Now it's too late.

I got bugs in my room, one-on-one.

That's when I had a chance.

I'll just stop now.

I'll become naked.

And with them, I'll become one.