Eye See Thru U

Flipping through your Moleskin, shrinking you down

Like a February dunk tank after sundown

Run up to the present been laps around the past

Lapsed pew sitter with your hands half clasped

Grasped at every glittery new thing to bring a rise

Thinking it was the path to head spring, any trade you could ply

Could be a spade and you'd get by

Afraid of that seasonal change, when the pie crumble

Humble knowing your grey matter pass the mean

But the ends always seemed like a blocked pipe dream

Fake that ego to brush shoulders with anyone

Who'd blow like a megaton but most were hired guns