A Side Note, Sidekick

You make me feel like a duck egg

Eaten at breakfast time at best

But abandoned in the role of leftovers mostly

Not cool, bruh

You sell me your love so big

Loaded with bright future promises pressed

On lies upon lies, grossly

But the buck doesn’t stop here, bruh

You’re solo the p in my problem yo

I’m in the fast lane, from LA to Tokyo

Thanks Iggy

You lose sleep over making feel like an old shoe

And just so nice and slow I make it outgrow

Look at how I cause it:

I spend the night long drinking the poison my mind pours me

And wake up in the morning drunk, freaking sunk in an old closet

Genius, ha?

I’m just as guilty as you are in this, pal

Probabilmente a little sicker

You break glass, I step on it

That’s how it goes, hurts better

I be like “sorrepresa Leena!”

You’ve got your mission accomplished

But I ain’t going to throw a chair at myself for it

Only a book

For I’m shortsighted, half-witted

No ifs, ands or buts about it

At last, all things are subject to interpretation

Bury the obnoxious side of it

And shove your purified head elsewhere

Per contra, amico

Let’s not succumb to the devil

How about I order us some burrito

We could chat a little

And start over, maybe?