Know what
Good you've done
Seems like

On just a whim
No one
Can be on

All sides
At once


Every day
Something strange
I can't explain

Happens to me
Often I am called by name
To clean up


Aisle 13


No one knows cuz no one wants to

Know what they might find

No one sees cuz no one wants to
See what's in their mind


Don't be all
So all afraid
Everyone

Has weird dreams
One day I'll
Come home to find you

Covered with ants
'Cuz you're so sweet