Oh, where I am
Just went through the thought
I am your peanut butter
I am your glass of water

Oh, where I am
I cannot think that thought
Within the immolation,
I do get ****** into

Without myself,
I went to be your peanut butter
I'll never be a glass of water
Oh no, no no no

You sprang out with me
But we are different lines
Imaginary numbers and irrational are fine
Irregular is better
Got my scalene way of life
And we will all go back
To where we sprang from
You, not I, are divine
You, you, you
You you you you you
You, you you
You you you were never mine