Over achiever on the middle ground

A Weird twist on passive aggressiveness, A wide smiler with line drawn in the sand

I'm a straight up, face down, looked both ways and took a south east turn, not Giving a fuck kinda guy

A termite in the recycle bin choking on a splinter, a dead bird on the power lines

I'm a cool cat, singing songs and dodging boots on the fence, with a gang of misfit wonders and a pug with breathing problems

The low rider comin' in on 8th tossing the only blue shell that'll miss

Found God hanging around the makeshift mansions and cardboard cities, they've got the happiness that the man on the moon couldn't grasp

Got enough talent points to reach the top, aiming for the stars, but can't take shot, the bottles empty

And somebody lost the gun.