Sometimes I can't decide if I like to wonder
Or if I like to know
Because I'm tired of these illusions
That are just there to confuse me
And sometimes I don't know what to believe
Or if I believe in anything
And I'm especially sick of that
Artificial, food coloring ********
Because your cupcakes aren't actually that blue
You just want them to match the tablecloth
And the waitress gave me Coke when I thought it was Pepsi
Because maybe that happens all the time
And she's tired of saying
"Is Coke okay?"
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Sometimes I can't decide if I like to wonder
Or if I like to know
Because I'm tired of these illusions
That are just there to confuse me
And sometimes I don't know what to believe
Or if I believe in anything
And I'm especially sick of that
Artificial, food coloring ********
Because your cupcakes aren't actually that blue
You just want them to match the tablecloth
And the waitress gave me Coke when I thought it was Pepsi
Because maybe that happens all the time
And she's tired of saying
"Is Coke okay?"
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