Know what
Good you've done
Seems like
On just a whim
No one
Can be on
All sides
At once
Every day
Something strange
I can't explain
Happens to me
Often I
Am called by name
To clean up
Aisle 13
No one knows cuz no one wants to
Know what they might find
No one sees cuz no one wants to
See what's in their mind
Don't be all
So all afraid
Everyone
Has weird dreams
One day I'll
Come home to find you
Covered with ants
'Cuz you're so sweet