I love dogs
But do animals love us? I don't know
It sure seems like they do

I love home
It's where I cook
And sleep
And shit
And sing
And sit

I love cats
They sneak in quietly
Talk to god knows what really surrounds them

Frankly, I love everything
That I come into contact with

But there's a lot of shit where contact with it is a negative

I love humans
Not all of them, but the ones that I know
Isn't it strange to be human?
Isn't it beautiful to breathe?

You're younger now than you are now
You dream, and hate, and take up room on the couch
And then lеave an indent in fabrics that resеmble your memories
The grass, it moves to fit your own
The science of pressure is not at the point where movement within time is basically unknown

But is anything touching
Or is everything touching?
I don't know

All I know is that I feel content with sleeping and shitting in my home

Is anything touching
Or is everything touching?
I don't know

All I know is that I feel content with sleeping and shitting inside my home

(spoken)
I mean, like inside the toilet, of course
Not like, yeah