Oh, these days go fast. I seem to misplace my life. I wish I was a cat so my days would feel longer. I detect the pressure build to meet prerequisites, but no one grasps this concept I'm pushing around. There's nothing in my code to tell me what to do. I'd like to act on impulse, thinking with my stomach
We're in harmony, if you accept bruitism We've become good friends, if you'll hang with my cats I have no chorus, because I want seclusion, but I'd play with you, if but just for one night
These eight hundred and eighty eight days go by so fast I don't notice when the dawn breaks