Flours

Brought your bread
Gave me flour instead
Stuck at bow bow sick and sticky
And I wanna rest my head
On you

Nice to glance at funny you
When you are looking at me too
Already
Why'd I say that why'd I go
Wide-eyed tile staring gray and yellow
Hello

Funny to see you in my shower
And at such a late hour
I'm all withered like a flower
But not my flour