i feel like i'm lying
even when i'm telling the truth
your eyes are ice cubes
melting in an ocean of pop
let me make you a bolognese
i make the best pasta
you've ever had
in tired microscopes i
watched germs reproducing
faster than our calendars
fall behind
even the leap year can't
save us now
we're completely f**ed
inching forward like caterpillars
on the side of a freeway