What was it
That I did
To trip you up
And mess your mood
And now I
Am stuck
Babysitting me.
Oh baby.
Don't hurt me.
Was it the grapes
So juicy and fresh
Or the nuts
Salty and spicy
Though maybe not the best
So late at night
Or was it something else
That I missed
That got you pissed
And now here I am
For the thirteenth time
In two days
Sitting, sitting sitting
All confused and sad
And empty
Grumbling
And tired.
I'm sorry,
Let's make up
White bread and eggs
Is all we'll have
from now on?
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