Adulting

Stuck on the San Fran bridge

You were making me a mayo sandwich

On whole wheat bread

And I was thinking, especially madmen have to play by rules

No one understands a genius, so he has to hide in plain sight.

Failed thunder sneaks within the waves of algorithms

And we tap our brakes waiting for the big one

The breeze is nice and the view never gets old

If you want them not to notice

Then do what you’re told

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