d**hbed, d**hbed, don't you know, this is how it's supposed to go so don't you bring up her name. We have brushed our teeth at night and looked up at a lovely sky. Infinity, seen by a bomb. Regret is a wish overseas. And I'm made of a wish overseas. I was made before my birth of wishes for a lovely bird, bringing me in a sack. I have wished on plenty days that that bird would've changed his ways and brought me back to 'no life'. But d**hbed, d**hbed, now you're here, I feel all of that disappear. And I wish I had enjoyed some more.