Moth in the Porch Light

You manifest what I see in triumph the plunder taken after the violence
 Of our romantic and foolish notions/ I guess it figures the woman ruins
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 The meager voice became a shout when I raised my eyes and figured out that
 I was standing on a porch with an eerie glow and voice so hoarse
 I saw you there with dusty wings your eyes were sideways and searching
 For a common path while your lies were stewing I guess it figures the woman ruins
 Moth in a Porchlight out in the woods
 There is no question you're up to no good
 Grasping for choice if only I could
 I could not know until I stood where I stood
 
 Joyful undertones brought us light on those mostly secret summer nights
 When I felt that I could have killed in a blinding passion that haunts me still
 And the following months you began a war with the alter ego that I fell for
 You really don't know what you're doing I guess it figures the woman ruins