My consolation prize?A salami sandwich. Sticky rice, I thought you were real
I’ve been eating like food is my new job
It’s been like tasting 3-D, like Avatar
My breasts are exploding
My stomach is tight
And there’s something floating around inside of me, but it’s just ghost baby
Just a ghost, just a ghost
Just 9 weeks of fear and joy
And sharing it
And knowing there are always possibilities
And sure enough here they come
Possibility you make a lousy date. I never made plans for you sticky rice
They’re yours to make.
Still, I thought I’d got something done.