You can pretend love is the side order
When, really, it’s nothing but the main-course
The whole damn trimmings
Just that sometimes we need to feed
And feed some more
Dunno which way to look
I take a carrot when I need asparagus
You chew on rare steak n’ gravy although you were always far more prone to mashed ‘tatoe
Dunno which thing to take
Forsake all of it, not a chance
Specially seeing as I’m sitting right hear wearing my Sunday best
Eager to impress
Here’s to hoping I don’t spill the red wine, find myself in an ocean of trouble