Still a fly?

That's alright, that's okay
I can wait, you're still a fly
Eating through
Trying to live within the space you live
But still, you're just a kid
You shouldn't read Dostojevski at your age
That and nicotine will make you pale and lean
And twist your face like Mr. Grays
Though it just manifests in paintings that you make
Or else your eyes will stay the same
Are you that hungry for a change?

That's alright, that's okay
It will come out and I'll say
What are you doing here?
I don't want you to be anyway.
And I'll laugh and I'll say 'Hey baby'
Maybe you would laugh a lot
Because that's not something I usually say
But that's the whole reason
That it got on the tip of my tongue
And that's still okay

And then it came and rained on down
From the sky and into my head
I tried to think but it was too fast
So I just said anything that came at last

You're waking up
You're flying out
The door has sprung loose
Don't forget me