Fiona Apple’s latest album “The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do”  is so raw and overwhelmingly relatable. #feelinglikefionaapple Lyrics to “Every Single Night” Every single night I endure the flight Of little wings of white-flamed Butterflies in my brain These ideas of mine Percolate the mind Trickle down the spine Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze That’s when the pain comes in Like a second skeleton Trying to fit beneath the skin I can’t fit the feelings in Every single night’s alight with my brainWhat’d I say to her Why’d I say it to her What does she think of me That I’m not what I ought to be That I’m what I try not to be It’s got to be somebody else’s fault I can’t get caught If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does Then brother, get back, cause my breast’s gonna bust open The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk and I just made a meal for us both to choke on Every single night’s a fight with my brain

I just want to feel everything

So I’m gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I’d soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe I’d relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart’s made of parts of all that surround me
And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me
Every single night’s alright, every single night’s a fight
And every single fight’s alright with my brain