F Song

Confused, distressed, useless insect
I kicked the batteries on the ground
I must confess I was depressed
And brought down everybody around

I’m feeling me today
She’s has got me the straight and narrow
I might be running late
I’ll be there soon
My head might follow

I toy with these unanswered questions
As I toss and turn in my bed
I get quite startled when a foreign voice
Will answer them in my head

I’m doing my own thing
Just keeping it so nice and breezy
I’m not that lazy man
Just make it look and seem so easy
I know

Head rush of such euphoria
I feel the heaviness in my chest
Us smokers are a dying breed
You’d take that literally
I guess

I’m doing my own thing
Just keeping it so nice and breezy
I’m not that lazy man
Just make it look and seem so easy

I’m feeling me today
She’s has got me the straight and narrow
I might be running late
I’ll be there soon
My head might follow
Alone

I get these bouts of echolalia
Repeating and repeating in my head
I don’t how it starts
Or what it is
Or when it is ever going to end

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