Spiders

And I haven't asked for much since I met her
 Some courage and maybe some heart
 But Jupiter, please, will you raise your fists
 And mend all that keeps us apart?
 There's the thing with her father, the thing with me broken
 Her new jealous ex and the press
 And each of them not much worse than the other
 But still pretty bad nonetheless
 'Cause there are spiders under my skin when she's not around
 And there are spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
 And there are spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
 And there are spiders breeding armies
 Happily tethered to their funny spouses
 With drooling babies on the way
 With bright colored sweaters that grow in the dark
 Can't you make us be more like them?
 There's the thing with her girlfriends
 The whole feeling nothing, the geography of it all
 And each of them not much worse than the other
 But still pretty bad all in all
 And there are spiders under my skin when she's not around
 And there are spiders creeping 'round next to organs I need
 And there are spiders under my skin when she's not next to me
 And there are spiders breeding armies