Late that night
He had a case of stage fright
She sighed on the darker part
Of pure frustration
She ran out
His psyche developed doubt
Because he’d spent the last desire
He could muster
Seven seas
Exhausted his frequencies
And every word he heard
He knew was true

Reduced to a hunk of goo
Is he really just a fraction
Of the man we all once knew
Reading Catcher In The Rye
Or were you just living a lie?
The pressure sure got to you
Is it desperation?

What a riff
Feels like diving off a cliff
He’d been waiting for the hope
He thought would save the day
Monterey
Where Clint Eastwood’s living every day
He went searching for the boost
That may just revive him
Katy Did
Burn out his whole power grid
So imagine his surprise
When he saw her

Reduced to a hunk of goo
Is he really just a fraction
Of the man we all once knew
Yes, to a certain degree
And it’s a spectacle to see
He can’t face reality
Is it desperation?