South Park

I am standing at the kitchen sink. Your house, bling Don't know why but I can't, think. I am playing by the rules But they keep changing I have lost my tools. Where did I go I was here Last time I looked Before my essence preci'd into sudsy soapy bits Down the hole. It wasn't a rhyme about Alice it was me straight up Against malice. Do you prefer the girl who cries in her pud The one you left in South Park She died Deleted in the dark. It's a part of living to clean up my giving I'm getting better with every word Clearing my head setting the sword I throw them down one by one but Paired is better ask Noah The go-getter. I am making space to take in more of me And I know I am not Out of my tree. Never changing for hatred again No one can cause me any pain I'm so cut up there are no more bits Big enough to fit inside the slits. Ill-fitting pieces Meatballs from mince Don't wince, I know Analogies so. I hear with my nose and smell with my teeth And just can't find out What's beneath.