meow

The cat sat down in the middle of the band
Like she had a master plan
We were chasing meaning in a porcelain cave
She was judging every man

She didn't need a chorus
She didn't need a rhyme
She blinked at us slowly
And destroyed the space-time

Meow, meow
Tell me what you know
Meow, meow
Where do feelings go?

Meow, meow
Sitting in the foam
The cat approved
But she wants to go home

She knocked my pick in the water
Then walked across the song
You said, "That's avant-garde"
I said, "You're probably right"
I said, "You're probably wrong"

She stared into the drain hole
Like it owed her rent
Then licked one paw quietly
Like the whole thing made sense

Meow, meow
Tell me what you know
Meow, meow
Where do feelings go?

Meow, meow
Sitting in the foam
The cat approved
But she wants to go home

Nine lives, no job
Small face, big god
Soft paws, cold stare
Tiny queen of bathroom air

Meow, meow
Tell me what you know
Meow, meow
Why am I so slow?

Meow, meow
Sitting by the chrome
The cat approved
But she wants to go home

She said nothing
We understood
Probably bad
Probably good