Inside Problems

Molting porous sheathing
Breathing through the skin
Sloughing, breaching, preening
Exoskeleton

Don't talk to me now, I'm molting
Don't tell me that it's revolting
Every inch of us
Every inch of us
Every inch of us, a walking miracle

I just got born
I just got born
Oh my God, I just got born

And all your juvenile plumage
Is falling to the forest floor
You lost your teenage plumage
So you make the same mistakes again once more

Don't tell me that you can't see her
Try as you might, you can't deter
Every inch of her
Every inch of her
Every inch of her, a walking miracle

She just got born
She just got born
Oh my God, she just got born

First, you sink, you fall hard
Loose the ties that bind
Incubate your bleeding heart now
That little piece of you you leave behind you

When all your inside problems
Really aren't your problem anymore
And all your inside problems
Are passing through the threshold of your door
And all your juvenile plumage
Is falling to the forest floor
You lost your teenage plumage
So you can make the same mistakes again once more

Don't talk to me now, I'm molting
Don't tell me that it's revolting
Ah, oh my God, I just got born

I just got born
Oh, I just got born
Oh my God
Oh my God, I just got