EGO

Walked in late, puffing your chest out

Pompous look like you own the place now and

It's fine if you play the saint

Don't blame me when you take it too far and

I turn the bass down

Twisted, cryptic, and bitter

I think your head's gotten to big for your britches

Wistful, dry fascination

For such a talker you don't say much

Wish you could outgrow your ego

Wish you could outgrow your ego