Gazpacho my man what’s new?Oh I did a sit-up this morningOh maybe tomorrow you’ll try for twoWoah man WoahFuck the loopI’m SoupAnd I don’t wanna beMelt me downI found my miseryThe loopIt suitsMe fuckin perfectlyThe loopThe loopThe loopLoopI still sleep on the right side of the bedI still bleed blue when your voice is in my headJust wait I’ll cut loose and meet my maker when the time is rightConsume my soupAnd pickThe veggies out of courseI’m bornTo brothAnd I wish I wasn’tGrab a spoonConsume my soupBut waitMake sure there’s no greenGreenI still sleep on the right side of the bed(You’re suspеnded in my jello)I still bleed blue whеn your voice is in my head(Just go cross the finish line)Just wait I’ll cut loose and meet my maker when the time is right(You’re suspended in my jello just go cross the finish line)Quarter of a personBeen dormant and unimportantForever and I’ve been orbiting the hope of getting serotoninOne foot so fucking far in my pastI’ve been holding the splits since I was little and brittleStill brittle kinda littleYou can hear the pop and fizzle as it rips in twoMissing a screw or a few what’s newFloating in a pot of that bitter stewMe and my issuesDrowning in a pool of miser-Really feeling heavy I’m ready to be retiredRequired to have desire but I’m so fucking tiredGazpachoOr maybe chicken noodleLike I really give a fuckMelt me downA puddle made of meDid you knowI’m soup I’m soup I’m soupIAmSoupI’m soupI still sleep on the right side of the bed(You’re suspended in my jello)I still bleed blue when your voice is in my head(Just go cross the finish line)Just wait I’ll cut loose and meet my maker when the time is right(You’re suspended in my jello just go cross the finish line)You’re suspended in my jelloJust go cross the finish lineYou’re suspended in my jelloJust go cross the finish line