Testo Zucchini

All we had were dreams
I took a bite of my zucchini, and we did the math
Wasn't swallowing
Fleeting trajectory, it won't go down my throat at all, at all

Absorb reality
I focus all my energy on making it go down
Bursting at the seams If I could work out what you wanted would you still hate me, me?

Can we go back to sleep?
Sixteen years went by without a break in conversation
You're begging me to breathe
Visions and expectations never added up at all, at all, at all, at all