maybe

We’re supposed to be alone
That way no one can ever hurt us
And we can never hurt anyone else
Maybe we’re supposed to live in solitude
Sit under a great old tree
And let our fingernails grow into our palms
Maybe we’re supposed to live in the woods
Each in our own cottage made of candy
And we’ll eat ourselves to death one
Sticky sickly sweet bite at a time would
The toothache be worth it in the end


Will the toothache be worth it in the end?