Roast of the Ego

Your well is about as deep as a spoon If I were to See you never again It would still be too soon You did not As they say just Drop the ball You picked it back up And after some thought You threw it to the wrong team My expectations of you Were already astronomically low And you resent me But you are far from the first Callouses on my Ego Insulate my cold blood Project onto me All of Your Petty Insecurities My personality is a mirror And you can take all that you see But I guarantee you That you never saw Your face It is Well Just a face Your words are just words They're not some profound little prophecy You raise your chin As if the world Is beckoning Your words are bad gin I'm drunk and sick just from the sound of you My expectations of you Were already astronomically low And you resent me But you are far from the first Callouses on my Ego Insulate my cold blood Project onto me All of Your Petty Insecurities My personality is a mirror And you can take all that you see But I guarantee you That you never saw me