(To the Tune of an Electric) Toothbrush

Infection spreads throughout my mouth

I'm shaking I can't cast it out

I think the pain is blinding me

Record a temp of 103

Oh no this might be it

Back in the spring of 17

Dentistry it saved the dream

Even when I lacked the funds

They pulled it out and got it done

They say I'll be okay

Say ah

Now in the fall of 22

Dentistry can make me move

Up on a pile of all my doubts

I'll write a song and work it out

I know I'll be good

It's nice to know it's not cosmetic

Or purely bound by aesthetic

It's connected to the heart

I should have flossed right from the start

Say ah