Echo Tongues - 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
Got myself locked into this jury case
Public, no defender, because you're all waste
Fuck around with it and get sent to the capsule
Swallow, let it clear you from the inside like an asshole
Corny jokes and stupid plays on words for attention
I walk around the street bowing my head like don't mention it
I fucked myself up long ago
And now I know the only way out's no need to know

Written by:
Gary Wilson

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