I'm thinking 'bout the dinner
I'm gonna cook for you tonight
I got a few cuisines for you
Anything you like

If it's cold, I'll make a soup for you
Spicy if you like
I could add a little sriracha
If not b, I gotcha

I could whip up some fried rice
It'll make

Writing to rationalize
I’m thinking all the time
Shifting outwards
Keeping in touch with the baby me inside

Keeping clean and keeping tidy
Cooking up a storm in the kitchen
It’s bitchin’, it’s bitchin’
Getting good light on my face
Soak it up with my eyeballs

Am I getting emotional?
Got away, didn’t make a sound
When it’s getting overwhelming
They say: Honey, where are you going?

I feel it seeping in
Like honey

Kinda similar to the moment
Oh, when I'm waking up
And I still float above
The world

I feel it