I'm not trying to deny that a good meal would be no waste here,
but I'd be lying if I promised you I wouldn't cry after I ate it.
I'd rather sniff the chocolate than to taste it
I'm hungry.
I make myself some ramen, translate kj into calories,
count them down, check my budget, see if its within the daily salary
ah, what a shame its not
well then you know what we can do
we chew and chew and chew
but you know we don't swallow, we're spitters
cos mama did in fact raise a quitter
"I'm on a new diet, and I promise you it's okay"
"I'm doing really well, lost a lot of...water weight"
I'm so ******* hungry
So i gulp down more water, to keep the rumbles at bay
and go for a run, on this ******* miserable day
My stomach groans and moans, I know I'm running on empty
Passing houses filled with food, nearby fast joints to temp me
but I can't.
And I don't know why, but I can't.