Rat race malaise
There’s no base to my bouillabaisse
An invalid with valid concern
No MK for what I must learn
A, B, C, D, E
What expectations do you have of me?
The sand is calling
My heart will melt
Dive into may’naise and smelt
Crickets cranking, frogs a-fuckin’
The lapping waves will keep me trucking
I’m Tesla, Franklin with a key
Heat lightning to recharge me
My one true love, I’m coming home
Small reprieve from locked-on drone
My swampy secret and my muse
Your wayward kid has paid her dues.