Sliced bread, in the afternoon, thick with jam and peanut butter while the world goes by.
You said that was your favourite but who knows, that could have also been a lie.
And it’s ruined it for me, even though I didn’t like it in the first place, even though I’d never had it before.
I thought things were simple, in the beginning, because I like to take love and run with it and paint it bright colours and make it pretty instead of real.
I paint everything with it, in colours only I can see, with things only I can touch, so from my eyes everything is illuminated, but from yours, it’s just sliced bread.