
The Cricket and The Hamster PhemieC
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Said the cricket to the hamster
You looked lonely sitting on your own
So I decided to come join you
Because we share a cage, we share a home
Said the hamster to the cricket
I am fine alone, it's what I choose
But the cricket was persistent
She knew all the tricks and chirps to use
Now I'm splitting open like a broken backpack
Sometimes I'm nothing without something to laugh at
But I built a hundred worlds with you
Inside a sleepless cage
And I'm still laughing, 'cause we've barely filled a page
Said the cricket to the hamster
I am so cold, I'm always shivering
She pressed her fingers to her lovers neck
And in a breath removed them grinning
Said the hamster to the cricket
I am not of a romantic mind
I am just a little rodent
And all my love is of a strange, confusing kind
But if you are toppling, like a pin that's on it's tip
I'll be your cushion, stick in me when you start to slip
I believed my twisted thoughts would stay locked up
And never find an ear
But I'm running out of secrets, and it's barely been a year
You looked lonely sitting on your own
So I decided to come join you
Because we share a cage, we share a home
Said the hamster to the cricket
I am fine alone, it's what I choose
But the cricket was persistent
She knew all the tricks and chirps to use
Now I'm splitting open like a broken backpack
Sometimes I'm nothing without something to laugh at
But I built a hundred worlds with you
Inside a sleepless cage
And I'm still laughing, 'cause we've barely filled a page
Said the cricket to the hamster
I am so cold, I'm always shivering
She pressed her fingers to her lovers neck
And in a breath removed them grinning
Said the hamster to the cricket
I am not of a romantic mind
I am just a little rodent
And all my love is of a strange, confusing kind
But if you are toppling, like a pin that's on it's tip
I'll be your cushion, stick in me when you start to slip
I believed my twisted thoughts would stay locked up
And never find an ear
But I'm running out of secrets, and it's barely been a year
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