A Country Post-Punk garage demo song

Get over here King Zucchini I'm going to cut you up and put you in my pot.

Get over here King Zucchini there ain't no place to hide but inside my pot.

It's useless to try now, I've got a hungering, and you're inanimate besides.

Not that you've forgotten, by now you're very aware of my interest, but I'm going to remind you everything dies.

I've got a hankering for you King Zucchini now get over here, I'm going to put you in my insides.

In Your Eyes

Woke up with tears in my eyes crying from what I had done to you. Can I ever be forgiven? Can I ever forgive myself? Now I must teach myself humility, discipline. There is no excuse for how I behaved, how I disrespected our relationship. Over-stepping bounds. Acting like a reckless child. I will withold your presence from my life as punishment and as a dismal reminder of life without you in it.
Embarrassment and shame linger in me. As I'm attempting to reflect on my false manner all I can do is bow my head in embryonic reprimand. Self-inflicting disgrace. Can you ever forgive me? I need you to forgive me, without your forgiveness I cannot look in your eyes again.
'All this distance, all this time, and what have I done?'