I dropped my ice cream cone today.
It made me realise that I stray.
Life is boring without the glue
that mends a feeling to all new.

A kid could scream a mother crazy.
But is it better than him being lazy?
And I should practice timing more,
being one of the few that I don't bore.

The drop of a can in a machine,
or of it on your phone's screen,
depresses on a different level
those who seek the purest revel.

In silence when the movie ends,
in the joy when that glue mends.