So your heart (7/8)

So your heart starts pumpin’ and you think of a lie

And you say that you already ate

And your friend says “Man, there’s plenty of food”

So you pile some more on your plate

While the stinky food’s steamin’, your mind starts to dreamin’

Of the moment that it’s time to leave

And then you look at your plate and your chicken’s slowly rottin’

Into something that looks like cheese