Welcome to The Beautiful
there’s exits on both sides
Fasten your seatbelt
cause you’re in for a bumpy ride
We’re flying to the end of the world
and in circles around ourselves
The blankets are curled
The temperature’s too high
We’re out of ice
and satan is holding the wheel
Can we ask you not to panic
since we still got jam, for a nice butter meal.
This developed through a conversation I had with a friend.