The Collector

Verse 1
I pick things up, I am a collector
And things, well things, they tend to accumulate
I have this net, it drags behind me
It picks up feelings for me to feed upon
There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go
But they start to breathe, and they start to grow inside me
There are times, plenty of times I wish I could let it go
But they start to make me think things I don’t wanna know

Chorus
I’m tryin’ to fit it all inside
I’m tryin’ to open my mouth wide
I’m tryin’ not to choke and swallow it all, swallow it all
Swallow it all, swallow it all

Verse 2
I am the plague, I am the swarm
All your hurt sticks on me, and I keep it warm
They will make me stay, they won’t let me leave
There are so goddamn many of them, it gets hard to breathe

Chorus
I’m tryin’ to fit it all inside
I’m tryin’ to open my mouth wide
I’m tryin’ not to choke inside
I am a good boy and I will swallow it all, swallow it all
Swallow it all, swallow it all

Outro
Every last one, every last one, every last one, every last one
Every last one, every last one, every last one, every last one
Every last one, every last one, every last one, every last one
Every last one, every last one, every last one, every last one
Every last one, every last one, every last one, every last one