Your Ego Is An Egg

Your ego is an egg You wanted it to roll straight But it just annoyingly rolls back to you Your love is the same its a hard boiled egg It goes rancid as soon as she looks at you. You can't leave her now Now she makes your toasted soldiers And cries in the dead of night that you might You can't leave her now Now you've made her that death till we do part vow. Your heart is at her disposal She's got a tendency for the blues She can scramble your brains And happily feed you moonlit winter barbecues And then transfix you painting her red fingernails. Your ego is an egg You wanted it to roll straight But it just annoyingly rolls back, back to her It just annoyingly rolls back through her legs And back into bed somehow I need to calibrate. Does, do any of you relate! Come go guys you know we aren't kings We're just pawns making 24/7 sacrifices Pretending to be princes When really we want to get scrambled But not from a broken heart a broken yolk But not from a broken heart a broken yolk But not from a broken heart a broken yolk. Your ego is an egg You wanted it to roll straight But it just annoyingly rolls back to you Your love is the same its a hard boiled egg It goes rancid as soon as she looks at you. You can't leave her now Now she makes your toasted soldiers And cries in the dead of night that you might You can't leave her now Now you've made her that death till we do part vow.