It’s in the kitchen we tell all
It’s an intoxicating relief
We can open up without a single drink
And then always in the kitchen
After another deadpan back and forth
We all fill up on everything but the sink

I can see them all my faults
But you can only see where I begin to start
And I've been trying to show my work
But that's my least favorite part

i’m a part of a species so beautiful
that we build little homes out of nature
to shield us from nature
and walls that we hide behind
and think about ******* each other
before falling asleep

“Did everything feel beautiful when you let go of the idea of being anything at all?”

What’s the point now
When Monday is a cage