And she is free. And I can go where I want to see. And when I get there, the-apple-hasn't-fallen-far. from-the-sky. and-it's-kinda-sorta. Of like what I want to do with my heart is more than you can see but we're still way far away. So don't say. You don't care. Why don't you look up. Don't look at the sky. What do you think it's trying to tell you? Do you hear it? Can you see it? Why aren't you eating right? I love you pork chop, I will do my best but teach me the ways of the monster of harmony.