Chronic Vegetable State

Look up there ...There's an elegant vine
If I were a grape ... you'd never ever ever ever hear me whine
But I'm down here ... abject, supine
Stuck in the muck lying hurt in the dirt
Feeling like I've been ... cruciferied
Melancholy sour kraut ... is stalking inside
I don't feel nurtured ... here's the plangent truth
Not even a bluesberry I'm just soylently komput
I'm a dinner plate, I'm a tossed up ballad
I'm a sour dill pickle in a polk salat salad
Ruminating on my naval beans
A ground down down ground nevergreen
My xylem needs asylum
There's no flowin' in my phloem No denyin'
Which way this isn't going
Feel like I'm skewered by a garden stake
No I can't deny it
I'm not not not not
In a chronic vegetable state
There's no escape
Make no mistake
I'm irrevocably rooted in this
Chronic vegetable state



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Schwartz
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