Flavor

Craving some flavor, craving some spiciness Days run together making a normal mess So if the days don't change, maybe I could So if the days don't change, maybe I should Am I the flavor, the taste that brings the zest? Or am I safer, stifle the fire inside your chest? So if the days don't change, maybe I could So if the days don't change, maybe I should Being like the baker, baking sweet cakes and bread Salt from the shaker, but am I still fresh? So if the days don't change, maybe I could So if the days don't change, maybe I should Though the world's deranged, I'll be good