Little Bags – Pears

Never miss a ring
Missed the exit some odd miles or years
Turn this ship around
Celebrate a rom­com getting clear
Die!
Distance equals time
We’ll test this theory in reverse
Die!
Everything is pears
And things seem only to be getting worse
Nuzzled deep in a asshole’s bosom
An asshole just like me
Live within my means
Smuggle single servings I repress
Tiny little bags
Twisted, tied, filled with my loneliness
Die!
These mushrooms might be bad
Need a hundo nannas in the sack
Die!
Bananas equal value
Get a life before it floats away cause it ain’t ever comin’ back
Like a water balloon
Hurled at an unexpecting passerby
I spill my guts to strangers
‘Cause it makes jeans just a little tight
My heart junk wants a roll in the hay
My desire clearly instagrammed
Had we known of the light bridges
Would not have bothered with the trams