Day 55: When Things Turn Rough...

When I find myself in times of trouble

Old King Arthur comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom

Bake for me

And when my dog poops everywhere

And my children act like they are three

Still it brings me comfort

To bake for me

Bake for me, bake for me

Bake for me, bake for me

It can bring me comfort

To bake for me

Not magic, but made with Cheerwine!

A pound cake isn't magic

But it soothes my heart as you can see

When I take an hour

And bake for me

For though my life's chaotic

This is still just basic chemistry

And it remains unchanging

When I bake for me

Bake for me, bake for me

Bake for me, bake for me

So it brings me comfort

To bake for me

This little fucker, right here.

So when my dog poops everywhere

And my children act like they are three

Still it brings me comfort

To bake for me

It's much too soon to have a drink

And besides, I'm out of good whiskey...

So I turn to my oven

And bake for me.