Because you're not the only one
who's ever lost a tooth;
and all of the time
one of us is forgotten.
And not that I'd ask you to,
but a little relish woulda do.
God puzzles me and yea, it's all a muddled version;
but I can guess that if I left it alone,
this cone would melt.
You're in the corner.
Because you're not the only cub, and
at 2am, we all go to shit.