The moon's phases are spiraling out of control, and I don't know how to slow them down. The moon is a spinning top in the starry sky that makes me dizzy. You're toying with it from above, causing an imbalance in the cosmos. My head is aching from the sight, my brain is squishing in my skull, my heart is pulsing as an engine, and my veins are hot with confusion. You're driving me insane with those big brown eyes, and I can't stop this horrible feeling until the sun takes over the sky once more.
