The Mud

Ah look, a rest stop is coming up Morty

A rest stop is two miles away, nice

Fell down, picked myself up and back at it again

To anyone wondering how c'mon now was only a matter of when

What can I say woe, just had to lay low

Angel stood on my shoulder twirling his halo

Hated it had to be him, strayed from the main goal angry and mangled

You know how the game go, only actually win when chances are slim

Still gotta play though, make something out of the clay when God made you

Get it out the mud, try to see things from a different angle

While cleaning my glasses lens under a tree drenched with no rain coat