Turn a departure from the ego into an ego trip
Didn’t like what I saw when I pulled my head out of my #ss
Photo evidence of a little pond; bloated, dead fish
When I bent over to make my retreat, the exit was latched
No remedy for push and pull
And now my leg is shaking
Still feeling heavy, don’t feel full
And now my phone is ringing
Somebody bludgeoned my left brain
And now congratulations
Robbed me and shoved me on this train
And I don’t want to take it
Shovel in a storm
Bucket in a flood
Pistol in a war, hanging fire from the mud
Turn a departure from the ego into an ego trip
Didn’t like what I saw when I pulled my head out of my #ss
Photo evidence of a little pond; bloated, dead fish
Too late, the exit is latched
Float on, bloated little fish
Float on
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