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Morning coffee, cream swirls
Cigarette butt, smoke curls
Sit's alone with no girls
The owner of his own world
Application still in process
Hasn't even mailed it off yet
Been too busy being honest
To put a thought towards his own progress
Action taken, Back to waitin
Exasperation's testing patience
Filling papers with his nature
Maybe DNA equations
At the DMV he's waitin
At the bank it's the same old game it's
Just another day to punch the time clock
They're trying to turn the light up in his mind off
He's tryin to find a way that he can write off
To get a bigger angle in this pie chart
Whatever kind of graph, do the math and laugh
It's so sad, kinda makes him wanna smash and grab
His gonads probly got more pull than his brain
Cause they know what they want, but up top is insane
So he medicates instead of meditation,
Livin in a viscious repetitious cycle, psyche sleeping with the fishes
Hesitation hankers levitatioin
So instead of gettin what he's wishin for
He's sittin waiting wishin for it
Can't see the forest for the machines and smoke screens
Can't seem to even remember most dreams
And he isn't sleepin too still, musta took the blue pill
Cause the butterflies he chases still evade him with true skill...
