And how I like to doodle
Just kidding about the doodles though
I needed it for the the rhyme, you know
Hair like noodles, a pasta dish
Never under a knife, or feeling risk
No. No. This isn't what I wanted.
Nor, a life that should be confronted
The fantastical thought
And the ridiculous plot
These are all lies
Things I despise
I wish they were true
I wish fantastic was a thing, I could do
Life is ordinary, not strange
The dog is upset, not deranged
In the world, I'm alone
Trapped in my phone
Maybe in my sadness
Or in a pillow nest
I can escape for breaks a little
Until I am belittled
I try to breathe
But have more needs
Negative cash flow
Yeah, I know it blows
The noodles, they're all I eat
The cheap, can't be beat
This is the reason
My hair is without season
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