Poached Eggs

When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
Parts of post-its all on my bedroom floor, come over sweep them away believe it
was something you made, only something you can make
In my efforts of violin infinity swirls, hand it in sorry salty,
thoughts of a ticker let you go
And the shapes of mayonnaise, french fries and you and your chicken wing ways.
You’ll forgive one for, remembering days. Remembering days
I’m sorry for being so gay the day you spilt your poached efforts all over my
duvet. And I’m sorry for being so incredibly gay the day you spilt your poached
efforts on my duvet, you’re still on my duvet
It’s just that when, thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
It’s okay, I love you lady, bye bye
It’s okay, I love you lady, bye bye
It’s okay, I love you lady, bye bye
I love you lady
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
When thumbs get slit, chicks get lit
Okay I love you lady, bye bye
Okay I love you lady, bye bye
Okay I love you lady, bye bye, bye bye
I love you. Okay I love you lady
Okay I love you lady, bye bye