help I said, help yourself they said,
don't go there they said, I don't want to be there I said, mistakes they said, mistakes I said,

here is the solution they said, what's left to be said? he said she said? we all get left behind for grass that's greener anyway, but I guess I kinda like the sea sick green in the bay,
like Washington rainbows on stormy days,
each and everything we say gets washed up in the bay,

the trash we toss out cause it's to common to explosion under low heat, giggling like we make within ourselves heat as bags of trash pile up because we refuse to address them properly,

but useful trash sadly is bound in bags, left on the counter, the floor, and even the can, doesn't matter what it is quarter, pen, or snacks, if it's not of use it's thrown out after it's tied up in black bags