I Feel Like a Twig
In a pond full of frogs I was called The Bigwig
All i hear is a male frog choir
In the distance i see a purple neon line of fire
Every night my soul leaves my twig body to the purple afterglow
It goes to the light to party like their is no tomorrow
I am forever unable to know what happened at that night
I am forever unable to know what happens at the neon light