My soul feeling like chilled glass,
Forgotten in the refrigerator.
Salad dressing is a flirt,
The leftovers are temperamental,
And the ***** is too intoxicated.
I don't belong here,
Frozen in the back, the coldest part.
The mist turns to frost.
I know you've forgotten about me,
Just like that spoiled meat you found next to me
A week ago.