Fluorescent Microwave

You know
I’d rather have a dog
Than walk a fish alone
But first I’d need a yard
You know
I’d rather paint it orange
Than psychiatric white
But first I’d need a wall
Sit under florescent light and eat the dish I microwaved for you
Can you hear the neighbors favorite song
The sound of the construction workers
The sound of a dispute on the sidewalk
There’s no place I’d rather be than here with you