Vanilla
A lot of vanilla
Dripping down the window and the walls and your hair.

Can I paint it? Your hair, that is.
Probably galaxy. I'll do galaxy.
Okay okay, watch out!
The stars were about to collide with your hair, haha.

Why do your lies smell like a rose?
Even though they taste like the pretty, over-sweet frosting on a cake?
But shh. Go on. They're beautiful.