I watched a caterpillar climb the edge of a spoon,
While I swirled my coffee under a paper moon.
The sky was pink, or maybe just tired,
Like the ashtray at your mom’s place when she said she was "retired."
You left your shoes in the freezer last night,
Said they were too cold to run away from the fight.
I caught you talking to the ghost of your old goldfish,
He asked if we had any lollipops left—wasn’t that kinda strange?
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But it’s all the same, under the blinking lights,
People moving fast, but stuck in a loop tonight.
Like lollipops that melt but never get sweet,
We chase the taste of something we’ll never meet.
And I guess that’s life, a little bit absurd,
Like caterpillars on spoons or whispered words.
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You said the kitchen faucet talks late at night,
Tells you secrets you’ve forgotten how to write.
Your socks don’t match, but they never did care,
As long as you walk, no one really stares.
I painted my nails while the TV screamed,
About a world that’s on fire, but nobody’s seen.
And you laughed, said the smoke smelled like your childhood,
But we’re all too grown up to call it "understood."
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But it’s all the same, under the blinking lights,
People moving fast, but stuck in a loop tonight.
Like lollipops that melt but never get sweet,
We chase the taste of something we’ll never meet.
And I guess that’s life, a little bit absurd,
Like caterpillars on spoons or whispered words.
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I found a sock under the fridge this morning,
Wondered if it knew what it was mourning.
And maybe we’re just socks in forgotten places,
Hoping one day someone ties our laces.
But if the rain keeps falling inside my cup,
I’ll drink to the weird things we’ve dreamed up.
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It’s all the same, under the blinking lights,
People moving fast, but stuck in a loop tonight.
Like lollipops that melt but never get sweet,
We chase the taste of something we’ll never meet.
And I guess that’s life, a little bit absurd,
Like caterpillars on spoons or whispered words.
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[Outro]
Yeah, like whispered words…
Caterpillars on spoons…
