So, he’s there and I’m here.
Stick a fork in between and twist the spaghetti together;
Make sure the sauce dribbles over me.
That very sauce is my ticket.
My ticket to the one-way hellhole paradise named after those things I hate.
Handle things as bad as I know you’re going to,
And then switch on the radio.
Listen to the voice once again and dance with me.
Take my toe and pretend you never saw it.
You make me miserable.
Glue together everything that was lost -
If only for a second chance to tear it up,
My sweet. Ness.
Kindly leave the way you came in.
And take that part of my brain with you.
