Mothballs

And they're ruining my clothes

And they won't leave me alone

And it's not like I would want that

But my shirt is not their home

And they love to hang around

Near the lights and on the ground

But I like that they're around

Because in them a friend I found

Do I really want mothballs in my clothes

If I do, then they will fly no more

Do I really want them gone for good

If I do, then I will be alone.

And they think of me as home

Or at least about my clothes

And I don't know if I like that

But where else is it they'd go

They need me and I feel proud

I need them too, or I'd frown

But I don't know if I'm just used

Or if it's worth it somehow,

And they're ruining my clothes

And they won't leave me alone

And I think that I would like that

Cus my shirt is not their home

And they love to hang around

But I can't live like this now

But I think it's time that they go

Since I won't be abused no more

I cannot let you treat me like this no more

Oh no, I'm sorry

(Do I really want mothballs in my clothes

If I do, then they will fly no more

Do I really want them gone for good

If I do, then I will be alone...)