Sticky(Hannah) It was February, oh cold, oh gloom
It was February, the clouds stuck like dirtied rags to the sky

It was snowing, the day I found
The "skinny girl's" world, the snow stuck

Like glue, my new reality stuck in my stomach-
Soon to be the only thing in my stomach

It was February again, oh time had dripped away from me,
It was February again, the only thing sticking to my bones was greying flesh

It was August when my eyes stuck to that yellow box

Those buns, swirly, sweet

Sticky

Sticky like the air that coated my lungs in damp residue

Sticky

340 calories, 340 calorie, 340 calories, all down all
Stuck

Stuck on my bones, in my thighs, on my stomach, under my chin, stuck

Beautifully stuck, those buns, oh those buns
They stuck but the "skinny girl" mentality did not

It's May, oh May
It's May and I wish I may, I wish I might
Eat another bun tonight

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