I was in the dark
Slashed by a star
Tell us where we are
Because I am in the dark
In the food court, by the hat store
I could love you in such unremarkable ways
But mall walker passes
Our offer
still should stand
And the fat stored, due to food courts
We could burn through at some unsurmountable pace
As blistering boots will yield with use
So socks will sop the brine
And golden tooth thats lodged in roof
Can not out do the growing kind
Is that something that you often don?
Or only don it off an on?
As candid as a candidate can get and still get picked
Thus, the angle tangled in the pitch