Riper Than Ripe

All my psychologists and therapists agree
That I'm a breath of fresh air
The minute that I walk into their offices
I'm breaking the ice in their chair

I'm talking politics and mindfulness
Exploring my subconscious
Debating distribution of wealth
And though the other patients weigh their options
They never get as heavy as myself

But still you shoot me down
And I couldn't bring it up
Still you shoot me down
Couldn't bring it up
Still you shoot me

Up in the desert there's a cactus
That'll make you see the meaning of life
You swallow it and suddenly the subtleties
You're cutting in half with a knife

You're knocking on the doors of your perception
You've turned to a direction
You stand up and you reach for the light
But something keeps you going to the office
'Til the poetry turns profits
A habit that's riper than ripe

Though it might fuck you up
'Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
'Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
'Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
'Til you break it down
'Til you break it down

It might fuck you up
It might fuck you up
It might fuck you up
'Til you break it down
'Til you break it



Credits
Writer(s): Ofer Shouval
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