I've been trying to be vegetarian,
but I've missed eating much fried and boring bacon.

It was cheap and it tasted strongly of liberation and I can't help but think,
baby, I should do this more often.

Now I've got some scary thoughts,
but I still have to stand with it.

So last night I cried again and it reeked of a load of shit.

It felt so free and cuspy of doing what we want to do.

And I think that might be why I still think about killing you.

And I still can't really figure out why the fuck I like this,
but I think it has something,
new with all of your bullshit.

I can't really figure out how to ask a question,
but I have got a feeling that you don't want,
me to ask it.