He’s got milk in the brain
And I guess I’m to blame
A friend on his pillow
A citizen in his hallway
A ghost on his doorstep
A ******* for life
And I wonder which master he serves
Did I get what I deserved?
Is this what freedom looks like?
Guys can be free but forget the girls
We play it cool until we fold
It’s all a game, or so we’re told
I never consumed his milk
But I bet it has a bitter taste
He’s wrapped in plastic again
And his cup needs to be filled
By another friend on his pillow