The sounds of the city
Boy, they're so pretty
They honk and go
'Round 'round 'round
You should hear Tokyo

I've seen every doctor
I'm locked in a locker
Sitting here with a game
Boy color, playing Pokémon
Red

I need consolation
For my reservations
At you

You're a snake on an apple
Waiting to grapple
Waiting to bite my hands
In my dreams

I walk through the curtains
Broken with burdens
Caught myself thinking
About you every night
For the last week

I've seen every person
Do all the worst things
Do all the worst things
You could do