In this song, I imagined myself at a bowling alley, tossing a bowling ball that tragically doesn't separate from my fingers as it blasts down the alley and into the gutter with my face smearing along the floor behind it, making that screeching sound that sneakers make on a basketball court. The moon in pieces references nonfulfillment.

I wrote this at a time when I was getting into a lot of bedside trouble at work. I had shit where I ate three too many times and ended up receiving a lot of "advice" (berating) from people (men) who would shame me for being flirtatious and forward. At the time, I thought this conflicted with all the other messages I was receiving through mere existence: that I (female) needed to smile and tease to be seen and noticed. Case in point, at this particular job I was required to wear a tight little black dress and wander around during events getting people's contact information so the business could bombard them with emails, which in turn, gained me a lot of attention from those I worked with whether I wanted it or not. To feel like I had some sense of control, I took advantage of feeling pretty in a way that felt powerful, which caused jealousy. I knew it then and see it more clearly now: the men who would scold me had ulterior motives of keeping me close - shame her and she'll stay. But, at the time, this made me feel quite bad about myself, and thus the self-perpetuating cycle of sleeping around to feel valued solidified. If I were to give my 20-something self a piece of belated advice, it would be: value isn't determined by other people's sexual attention, shine on that big beautiful Full Moon by making more music.