And I’ve been losing all my friends, but they won’t always wait. There had to be something. Like that time we killed those ants on the window with cinnamon. And I’m spread out gently on this plate oh yeah and every step I’ve taken here was just a step I had to fake. Picking dirt from my fingers and picking it up. There had to be something. There used to be such minimal, integral ingredients like cinnamon. But the back seat queen won’t give in and no one told her this, but honestly if I snapped that neck would you honestly complain? They worry. They won’t wait.
