You re to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin on your daily dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don t have?
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
[Chorus:]
I leave again
Cuz I ve been waiting in vain
But you re so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won t repeat it no more
I d rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab to New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what s the point of wasting all my words
If it s just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you ll find someone like you
Cuz there s a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I ve got other things to do

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