The pep talk is a lost art
Nothing sinks in
Till a depth charge
Drops in the glass jar
Run me off the road in a golf cart
Ready, set, go
That's a false start
Sucker punch my ego
Now it's offline
On guard
Off chart
Missing and I don't want it back
Need a fresh start
Running on a substrate-independent punch card
Life's too hard
And I think I need a life guard
Jaw drops on the floor like a caveman
Deadpan
Lifespan equal to or less than
Disturbed young man with a tan
Old cuts on the hand
Outline of the damn plan
Sprinting to the finish in a caravan
Bury me underneath the street
All American
But would it be such a shame
If everything fell out of place
Maybe there's some magic
In rejecting a challenge
Like an actress who practiced
And then quit
Don't care if we were ever good
All we ever really had was taste
Machines will do the heavy lifting
Leave us be to curate and play
Jaw drops on the floor like a caveman
Deadpan
Lifespan equal to or less than
Disturbed young man with a tan
Old cuts on the hand
Outline of the damn plan
Sprinting to the finish in a caravan
Bury me underneath the street
All American