Cell Phone

Hooking up with rattling cattle in my call to sad again

My wall is not having it, my torture is magic

Trying to get my cell phone number remembered

I break blocks, locks, chalked lines on the dock

Don't need to respect, definitely don't need to cop

I'm blushing, rushing blood to my leaky stomach

Caught me in a fantasy, but woke up and restrung it

Never trust yourself, you'll feel a whole lot better

Your brain's a bag of meat when your ego is shredded