What I Got Myself Into

Trying to build a bubble between progress and me 

Trying to figure out how to break out from this dream

And make a new plan 

Better than before

Ta da da

Ta da, ta da


Before I make my entrance

Raised and renewed

And unleash it all upon you 

I stare at my reflection

Cracked and screwed 

And wonder what I’ve got myself into


I'm serous I could learn a thing or two 

From your mindful meditation and all those funky grooves

Bring on the Kombucha and those healing rocks

A salt water enema 

To clean out the clock


Shoot it right up!

This man boy is going mad 

I gotta an MO set for trouble

Put me in the game coach

My jump shot is going through

But I don't what I've gotten myself into


It’s that same old love

It’s that same old love

Towers from from up above

And stares in my direction 


I'm looking for the writing

That elusive silver lining

I'm looking for an excuse to stop that whining

Bad weather is on its way

Keep your eyes peeled for lightning, its frightening


I hate to quote the papers

So I won't right now 

I don't read then anyhow

I stare at the reflection  

Of a guy I knew

Who don’t know what he got himself into

I stare at the reflection 

Of a guy I knew

I wonder what I got myself into