Spit bubbles form
Memories flood
I am forgotten fruit
Left out in the mud
If only I had less hands
I want bloody stumps instead
One that compliments my hair
That's been piled in the bed
I'll wear a flashy jumpsuit
And I'll jump through hoops
You'll look at me and say
"Ah, well he tries to be cute"
But being cute has brought me
Nothing but shame
So out in the gutter I go
Mutter and utter out blame
But these spit bubbles form
The memories flood
I can't believe I left all of that fruit
Out there in the mud
If only I had less hands
I want bloody stumps instead
Ones that compliment my hair
That's been piled in the bed