Stir fried, stir crazy?
Faded hazy days laying in bed.
KFC gravy, bit thin, but tastes amazing.
Batter's a bit fatty, doesn't matter.
You want to pick apart the picnic?
Pull apart the party?
If you look for flaws you'll find them.
Don't. Get. Me. Started.
I have more flaws than the empire state.
In fact the entire state, including niagra falls.
I'm thin, Thin on top, but nowhere else.
Fat. Fat wallet? Fat chance.
Can't dance, patchy beard, weird back, cracky toes, nosey, bitchy, itchy.
I don't refer to my eyes as right and left.
I wish you could see yourself the way I do.
Through my eyes.
The left one,
And the shit one.
