were all in my mouth.
Only–I don’t know how they got out here.
Turn me back into the pet I was when we met.
I was happier then, with no mindset.
And if you’d have took to me like a gull takes to the wind,
I’d have jumped from my tree
And I’d have danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would have fared well.
Go look up Frank Abagnale, Jr.
for no real reason 
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