Built To Spill
"Aisle 13"

Know what good you’ve done
Seems like I’m just done
No one can be harmed
All sides at once

Everyday something strange
I can’t explain, happens to me
Often I am called by name
To clean up aisle 13

No one knows cuz no one wants to
No one they might find
No one sees cuz no one wants
To see what’s in their mind

Don’t be all so all afraid
Everyone has weird dreams
One day I’ll come home to find you
Covered with ants cuz you’re so sweet.