Our Favorite Foods

My hot dog’s dead
My pizza’s dead
My cupcake is dead
Oh, um, my doughnut’s dead
My burger’s dead
My milkshake is dead
All of our favorite foods are totally dead
They cannot procreate in little food beds
We’ll eat them up
And turn them into stuff
And we’ll cry over their graves
But you can’t cry enough
When you miss someone you love
You can’t cry enough