I’m tired and I don’t want to play anymore.
I’m gathering my toys and going home.
I’ll hide in my room for a year and a half
or til the world outside leaves me alone.
Bring advil and you can come in for a while.
Bring tea with you and I will let you stay.
Never mind, you can come in – just ‘cause you’re you
and help me pout my gloomy day away.
Got my grump on this morning, sigh.