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I used to be a handy faker agent used for fancy capers,
Antsy baker but I’m loving living as a candymaker
Years in the barracks, now I’m here with a roomie
My BFF, chimerical and weird but she’s groovy
get breakfast with special oats, lunches with special notes
Dinners by candlelight, brunches if schedules float
Nothing I was trained for, but something in her gets me
Or tests me, or maybe past the smile she suspects me
Don’t care, I’ve been in war too much to call it unfair
I’m one mare, you couldn’t tear my eyes off her with sun flares
I just wish that she would say my name once - the real one
In full - on the days she calls me ‘sweetie’ I just feel young
Been waiting for a bugbear that never shows
Wish I could dump the life I chose somewhere outside and let it go
One day I’m gonna be a world away and make her feel deserted
But if somepony wants to hurt her first I’ll kill them for it

My heart’s funny:
What’s ten years of training to a few seconds of harp strumming?
She’ll think I hate her when I leave her but it’s far from it
Any day the dam of life breaks and trouble starts coming
There’s been nothing at the drop point in years
Only honest with myself, cus I can’t voice my fears
I’m brought joy and tears of relief when it’s empty
Another seven days staying with my BFF, please.
S.M.I.L.E. has plans for its agents,
I’d walk a hundred miles and abandon my station
If I thought that it mattered, they’re patient
The bastards would break in, break this… break this...

Later in the week I’m baking treats to serve Matilda’s wedding
And honestly, to hide the truth from her is too depressing
If I get the bouquet on that day I swear I’ll spill the message
And if she hates me and it all blows up then I’ll be real and let it
Doing work, pounding out another pound of taffy
This town’s too quiet, or it sounds too happy
I don’t know which, or shit, maybe it’s half each
Maybe I’m just waiting for a sneak attacks or a bad siege
But all I get is sugar shipments - I don’t mind
Push them inward being silent type is pretty good for business
Only talk informally at home or when she’s forcing me
And normally alone so being that way’s how I’m sposed to be
But I’ll take an aberration just to face and eye her face and eyes
My favorite’s been to see her posture change in time in pace with mine
It’s basic, fine, but there’s nothing better in my naked mind
And if they make you smile then chasing lies is not a waste of time.

My heart’s funny:
What’s ten years of training to a few seconds of harp strumming?
She’ll think I hate her when I leave her but it’s far from it
Any day the dam of life breaks and trouble starts coming
There’s been nothing at the drop point in years
Only honest with myself, cus I can’t voice my fears
I’m brought joy and tears of relief when it’s empty
Another seven days staying with my BFF, please.
S.M.I.L.E. has plans for its agents,
I’d walk a hundred miles and abandon my station
If I thought that it mattered, they’re patient
The bastards would break in, break this… break this...