I wish...

Sorry, you're food looks nasty, even if the beans are still in their cans.
I'd rather have the packaged food any day.
So I come up here to escape that stuff
Maybe the music will make this world go away
As I'm bombarded by memories of my dead mother
It's been nine years!!
And now I can't think of it
Or else my chest will burn
So now I am not hungry
As if I were in the first place
So I'll pass on the fritos and beans
And have the ham and cheese instead.