I know that tomato tomato Probably only works when speaking, And you probably read that as tomato tomato Instead of tomato tomato. But, the point is you make my mind Feel like mashed potatoes Or is it potatoes? And I don't know how To describe it Almost like my heart was hit with a seismic- Wave. It makes me quiver, makes me shake Makes me feel so pathetic and lame. I can't find light inside your days And time on me, you'd never waste. But with haste, I'd give you all that you could take I'd be the resource for your flame Eat away, all you need to sate In your emotions I shall bathe; I like to call it love, while you prefer To claim it's hate.