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