The Matter

What's a man gotta be soft like grass or tough like weeds and which is me

What's a man gotta know when to stay, or when to go

Like a dog, or a friend who's in love with a friend

When he needs a little slack in the line don't pull him back

He's in the midst of a shift or full of shit, I'm not sure which

What's a man gotta lose when he's faced with all these empty platitudes

When he's taking edibles like comfort food, trying his best to drop the part of him that has to choose

What's a man gotta say or tell himself to get out of his own way

When he needs a little slack in the line don't pull him back