I've got chills
And I'm losing control
'Cause the power you're supplying...
I'm supposed to be writing an article right now.
I can't think of anything to write on the topic.
So instead I'm looking through pictures B has sent me from his phone.
And singing the words to Grease songs.
You know how those playground slides can be.
Peanut always wonders why his head feels so weird.