We’re like a Panda Bowl with orange chicken and fried rice—
You’re the chicken. I’m the rice. Together, we taste nice.
Both of us are alright on our own—
I’m complicated and subtly good, but you’re better known.
I used to just eat the rice. Nothing else to my name.
It was boring, it was fine, it was safe, it was lame.
A boy I used to like recommended the chicken to me—
I was scared, I’m picky and there was no guarantee.
But when I tried it, I loved it, but I couldn’t finish it all
There was too much, and I wasn’t hungry, and I was at the mall.
So I gave it to our friend Brandon, who ate
So quickly, it was like he hadn’t already had his own plate.
Then, partly because of him, we started to talk
And then you began to like me, and I began to balk.
He comforted you when times got rough.
I was tired of leading you on, I’d had enough.
But your friends encouraged you to persist, and you did—
Except soon after, I felt like I’d have to place my bid.
It seems like I may lose you soon, and that’s what scared me the most.
Panda Express isn’t moving on, but soon we could be like burnt toast—
Irrelevant, and doesn’t work even in a pair
It still tastes like s***, and on its back, much sorrow it bears.
Well, back to the story. I care about you, probably too much
But now, without you, I taste bland. You’re like a flavor crutch.
Before, by myself, I thought I was fine
But since I’ve met you, I realized I was blind.
Except I suck at commitment. And that will never change.
Relationships, to me, are too awkward to arrange.
Now, I eat my chicken and rice mixed together.
But chicken and rice are just food. Food doesn’t change like the weather.
Rice doesn’t get mad when chicken is mixed with noodles
Chicken doesn’t care when rice is eaten by itself in oodles.
We are people. Unlike food, we have feelings
Our feelings for each other change with each dealing
of events and twists and turns that come our way
And each time, I wonder if you’re truly here to stay.
When I see you, I simultaneously become happy, and feel like I’m being stabbed with knives.
But who knows? Maybe someday, we can get past this, and live together the rest of our delicious lives.