Reproducting is fun
Slice it into buns
Scratch your fingers with skin
Throw your trash in the bin
The bass is now too high
Your hair is messy and dry
We can work with our minds
But our fingers can't bind.
Lungs that smoke and fly
Pancakes that you always fry
Can't seem to get into the mood
Always torture the food.
And you seem not to be here
Seem not to care
This leaves me with so much doubt
I'm starting not to bare.
Nikku
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