The Hook

I'm Searching. I think I am looking for wrought full of pride. I'm ripping the freshest fruits right from the vine. Kicking down thoughts thought to be divine. Prepared to dig up, swallow, eat up, spit up, follow. Whatever it is I find I'll tell you this. I'm hoping it can never be defined. Does that sound right? I'm digging it up. The signal is fucked. This feel isn't luck I'm kicking it up now. I'll fix it this time. Don't worry it's fine It'll all fall in line I'm picking it up I think these thoughts are fucking wonderful Impulsive recklessness you can't control. Completely useless and trivial. I think these thoughts are fucking wonderful. Make a mother fucker go awry One time Maybe something goes right This time Bite the hook. I'm digging it up. I'm ripping it up now The signal is fucked Maybe there's motive, and it's beautiful So what? For me its blank, for her emotional For him it's new and unpredictable. So what? We bite down hard into what's flavorful. Make a mother fucker go awry One time Maybe something goes right This time Fucking go right One time Bite the Hook I think I, I think I I think I thought of something I think I, i think I I think I thought of something I think I, I think I I think I thought of something I think I, I think I I cant remember it If there is a reason for a cautionary feeling Then I'm hoping that's it's something that will never cross my mind. I think there is something I'm missing. I know it, I feel it, escaping me, passing like time. What was that thing that I heard the other day? What was that line? "Trust your instincts son" Well, that can't be right. Bite the hook Make a mother fucker go awry One time Maybe something goes right This time Fucking go right One time Maybe something goes right This time Bite the hook I'm digging it up I'm ripping it up now The signal is fucked. C'mon and bite the hook