Hania: “Hey James, have you seen the cheese?”

James: “No Hania, I have not seen the cheese.”

Hania: “Damn, I thought I had it. I’m going to go check the fridge.”

You don’t know what to do, you don’t know what to say, everything that had some worth, just suddenly flew away

You have no memory, you have no will to be, you see no cheese, you’re on drugs.

Your mind is somewhere there, up in the spun-up air, you haven’t brushed your hair, you get a phobia to bears

How can your mind follow, if there’s no where to go, you can’t find cheese, you’re on drugs.

How wonderful is this feeling you have now? That you have within yourself.

There is no cheese in the fridge or the cupboard, you must be dreaming, you’re on drugs.

How insignificant you are towards this world, this world is just a spec within the universe, it’s just a cell for something else

There is no reason for the cheese if you are nothing cause the you don’t exist. Cheese does not exist, you’re on drugs.

How wonderful is this feeling you have now? That you have within yourself.

There is no cheese in the fridge or the cupboard, you must be dreaming, you’re on drugs.

You’re understanding now, simply and clearly how, you could have moved the cheese onto your bread and salami

And there it is so true, just waiting there for you, and saying “Please don’t chew…”

You’re on…

How wonderful is this feeling you have now? That you have within yourself.

There is no cheese in the fridge or the cupboard, you must be dreaming, you’re on drugs.

There is no cheese, no cheese in the fridge or the cupboard, you must be dreaming, you’re on drugs.

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