I sit at tables wishing I cared about talk. I soak in the sun and don't think about the consequences. I suck on sugar and put too much butter on my toast. I get addicted to food, like Marmalade. I know people can see right through me, because I can see right through myself. But you just keep talking and talking about things that don't matter or even make sense and you're grateful for things like your eyelashes and your toes.