Nice day for a sulk. The girl smells of milk. Her horsey teeth explode around us. And we run for cover she found us. In the cheapo bar with a bag of chips.
There nothing left to say, say. There nothing left to say, say. There nothing left to say. . I've been looking on the bright side, I've been trying to remember.
We both eat some food we don't really eat. Sometimes food can be in your heart. And right now they bite but they're only steaks. There's something we don't have crime.