Secrets for secrets, interdependence day. Brittle bridges connect the dots. You're so famous for being famous. I proof read the wish list and now I'm going to town with yellow highlighter. C-4, Santa Clause, Boom. From this tower spilling syllables, I don't really want to talk about it. Going up the same stairs every night, laying in the same bed. I am the cookie and you are the mouse. I'll make noises sound like words and muddy images look like your photo's and you'll eat it up. You're the frosting and I am the cake.