Cold fries, I'm half a cigarette   From believing they doubled my potion   With those eyes you might have to pretend you don't see me til the song is blown   Your blue bow simple as the snow    like confetti, how steady you bloom    But those girls and trouble makes you feel like it's okay      You left a bit I've never seen before   And it was shaped like a mothwing   Now I don't have to paint the devil on the wall babe   That's to say it grows but it won't go away   I said boom! My lord    If you ever get back to little compton       A bolide, a fire in the sky, a machete I've mistaken my own    There's no drugs in Boston or L.A. that'll get me home      You left a bit I've never seen before   And it was shaped like a mothwing   And now I've left a trail of blood from your window pane   But I'm drawn like a moth to a flame    I said boom! My lord    If you ever get back to little compton