My brain it trickles like the pepsi out an empty can on the train
It’s getting pretty sticky on the shitty fake marble of the page
My lips they’re stretched out like elastic on the plastic rim of the cup
Oh, I’m giving it up I can’t even buzz
The light it’s shooting down its fingers through the lingering screen of the mist
Ah shit that’s all that it is
I’m just caught in this mist.
How could I do it?