written by Ash Catcher.
When it comes to you, nothing could come second.
When I open you up I think I have died and gone to “Heaven”.
Bottomless mimosas? No, I'll choose black coffee.
It is the only stuff that works these days, everyone now acts like pandemic zombies.
Fluorescent lighting is never flattering- especially after 2 A.M.
But my mug is starting to look effervescent, how many did I just slam?
Caffeine overload in the making, too much hot bean water, makes me shaking.
Never was the best for me, always been shit at decision making.
“No you decide, you pick….” I can barely croak back.
Oh shit what sign? I mean what is your zodiac?
I am not too sure we are compatible, I am sorry I think I need to go.
Not going to set you off, or give you anymore ammo.
Empty those emotionless bullets all in one.
My life feels like a series of universal signs and reruns.
Cause everything that happens to me, happens in diners.
If you want to make up for anything, I could use some new tires.
Over-easy makes me queasy. I just can't eat eggs.
Halloween is coming up soon, and I really don’t want to be Greg.
I could use some carbs, maybe a sandwich or two.
We all lost our minds because of another flu.
Why are condiments ( always left out?)
Why is my phone listening to all these ad bombardments?
How is it that when breakfast comes to mind,
Breakfast meats in PA can't seem to get aligned.
Side dish, side piece, it is all the same.
Fuck off from the city eventually, and live in the woods in an A- Frame.
My time is limited here.
Nothing is forever, some things just disappear.