From amongst the Adidas
Of the Forman Mills
In a moment of weakness
I called the one that I love still

I called but you couldn’t hear me
You were getting on a train
You sounded so like yourself
You sounded so brave

And nothing was begetting nothing
I was fine this morning. Bullshit, nobody was fine this morning

I know I can’t play you
Cool as a cucumber
I wouldn’t want to try and play you
Hell, I know you got my number

I’m still operating
On some major misconceptions
You said my soul was needing
Major reflection

But I’m busy this afternoon getting crunched by hyenas
I was free this morning, free like free willy