I'm your only friend,
I'm not your only friend, 
But I'm a little glowing friend, 
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am.....

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch, 
Who watches over you???
Make a hole with a little old birdhouse in your soul. 
I have a gun
Perpendicular
To the name of this town in a secret to tell from my electrical well. 
It's a desk-top globe!
Exit wound in simple message
And I'm leaving out the whistles and bells. 
So the room must listen to me, 
Philabuster vigilently. 
My name is blue canary, 
One note: spelled L-I-T-E! 
My story's infamil', 
Like the phillogean symphony- 
It doesn't rest! 

Blue canary in the the outlet by the light switch, 
Who watches over you?! 
Make a foreign nation, 
Showing the home of the one this was written for. 
My apartment looks upside-down from here. 
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink. 
And her voice is a little old birdhouse in your soul. 
Not to put to fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet. 
Make a whirlpool and it never ends. 

Ana Ng and I are getting old
But we still haven't 
walked in the glow of each others' majestic presence. 
Listen, Ana, hear my words. 
They're hte ones you would think I would say if there was a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually you friend but I am.....