Everybody
Everywhere
complains
of being bugged
He’s bugging me
she bugged at me
It makes me want to scream
there has to be
some irony
in the happy way
some flowers
dream
of nothing more
than wanting to be
bugged
Everywhere
complains
of being bugged
He’s bugging me
she bugged at me
It makes me want to scream
there has to be
some irony
in the happy way
some flowers
dream
of nothing more
than wanting to be
bugged