Spider On My Hand

Waiting backstage with a spider on my hand Found it last year after high school band It's got orange-striped knees, shiny black fur A stutter in its step as it starts to stir And a face that's turning my fingers to sand Sitting on stage with a spider by my neck I feel it crawling higher throughout the sound check Through muddled cues, blurred-out scripts Black-tipped legs tickling my lips And I swear I feel 'em tapping, telling me to hit the deck I came here to be a performer Wanted to sing all night But thanks to this stupid spider I'll never be in the light Right Standing on stage with a spider on my face And nothing left to feel but this eight-armed embrace I already knew this was all a lost cause I'm so focused on this spider, I can't hear the applause And right now, I just wish all these eyes would give me space I came here to be a performer And I really thought that I'd shine bright But thanks to this stupid spider I'll never be in the light Right