I feel the synapses and glue holding my brain together loosening, I'm not sure where I am or what I am
I don't think these pills will do much but it's worth a shot
my arms are bare because I'm a coward, not because I fear the cold or the sharpness of a blade
I fear the cold in your eyes, looks that I wish could kill
I fear the sharpness of your voice
I fear you more than anything in the world
But I need you, even as my home crumbles I'm desperate to show you what I did with the kitchen
Please god approve approve!