You're too 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. Start out playing with yourself. You get more fun within your shell. Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way. I'll leave again 'cause 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 rather eat my soup with a fork. Or drive a cab in New York. 'Cause 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. 'Cause there's a foot for every shoe. I wish you luck but I've other things to do. I'll leave again 'cause 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