Gone in an instant, but bright as the sun From far away, the damage is done You on the far end, posterity preserved I press the button, it's my memory now, development incurred

Not me Not she Not him It’s all about

I am a space for privacy, but cubes sometimes have gaps in me. Powdering nose or natures call perceived, going there may leave you feel relieved.

Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Waaaaaiiiiit... And now you have your answer.

Take cover when I fall, Or suffer shock, I'm often spotted, When shotguns are cocked