dancing with a noodle
playing with it's ends,
until the noodle fucked me over
die noodle i cried
it shot me in the head with a pencil
and then the door know broke
so dont send me no more letters, no
or else i'll run away to maggies farm
and then the noodle will be far
far away, into the distance, where
it cant find me, where i'm safe.
on maggies farm.
on maggies farm,
then i'll become a gothypoo
and hide in a bush, and eat the noodle
with fake death on,
then escape to desolation row,
and dream of you,
dream of a bohemian wine,
sour and victorious,
a liquid sky which scatters my heart
with a thousand stars
stars of you noodle
of you noodle.

very insparational i cryed i once too had an abusive noodle relationship... be free now
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