Taffy Candy Dreams

Well, I wake up every mornin' with a stitch inside my grin. And I patch up all

the broken folks from outside to within. They say my hands work miracles.

Oh, golly, that's my gift. It's chaos, sparkles,

wildfire. A rootin', tootin' rift. I giggle when it sings is me,

no nerves left in my hide. But shucks, I still pretend it hurts so I can

feel alive. But ain't it swell? Ain't it sweet as taffy candy? Wavin' howdy to

the ghost of all the things that made me, me. Oh,

I can't smoke. I can't drink. I can't bleed. I can't cry. But I'll dance my