Lately, my days feel like scavenger hunts
Picking dimes off the sidewalk and clues from my collarbone
Hoping to find there's a path cleared for me
Please tell me, who should I love?
Now that summer air is the "tail" on my tailspin
Eating mangos outside, let them drip on my thighs
Then run in the house to wash it all off
Instead of enjoying the sweetness

I'm a creature of habit
I know, well I know I am
Creature of habit, I know
I'm a creature of habit
I know, well I know I am
Creature of habit, I know
But I can't help the way I want to have
A love without a guise
And for that, I will not apologize

Should we quit eating the same things for breakfast?
But PB