[ Featuring The Sloths ]
I see you smoke across the room
You'd rather wilt before you bloom
But who am I to disagree
And sift through rubble and debris
You smoke a little more
And toss it on the floor
I'm not sure if I could cope
If in two weeks we elope
And how would you remember me
If I played you my symphony
Each note is about you
It's vile and it's true
