Bloodshot rimmed red, don’t shoot;
Until you see the glossy
eggs over-easy whites of our eyes.
It’s breakfast played over and over again.
Ticking down the toaster timer,
The seconds slowed before you drop the toast,
Butter side hits the ground first
Bloodshot rimmed red, don’t shoot;
Until you see the glossy
eggs over-easy whites of our eyes.
It’s breakfast played over and over again.
Ticking down the toaster timer,
The seconds slowed before you drop the toast,
Butter side hits the ground first