Okay, I'm for it, but before we get to it I'm gonna need another one.
After it goes on for long enough, it all starts to meld together,

Blend this moment with the next one.
Pour this night into tomorrow.
like mush.

It all tastes the same.

A fleeting feeling followed by a slow rush.
A stride that shakes off dust while growing mold.
A flavor between bland and bold,

How far can you stretch?

Barely handle staying this way for just today.
Suicide pacts in place in case we happen to grow old,
with a color between tan and gray.

Let's do it again either way,
Spending too much time looking at it can result in loss of appetite.
just once more,
for ol' time's sake;
let's have one last night.

Everything else is alright, it's just our lives that're mistakes.

I don't feel so good anymore.
You really shouldn't play with your food.

Point me in the direction of somewhere that isn't just more of this.

I want to go home.
*The trick is to eat it before it gets cold.