Toast
Bellows
Toast with milk and eggs, the things i never can replace
"the house of the rising sun" the songs i no longer sing along with
Forks have split the road but the middle is always where i go
The part with the thorns and the bramble
The worst way to get to where i'm going
Oh i meant to fall in love
Oh i meant to be more graceful
Oh i meant to love the world
In awe of everything around me
But the one thing i've realized is i still just want the toast
