We Cut Corners - The Leopard

I am the flock with the absentee shepherd
She showed me her spots
She said, "I am the leopard."
I am the leopard

She's ripping my clothes
I don't understand her
She mates like a lion
I'm more of a panda, more of a bystander

Down there is a fraction
Of a fragment of a dream
I'll take my chances plugging out my life support machine

I trade blows with whistleblowers
Grow to hate the great outdoors
And lock myself away until it's feeding time again

I run low on funds, it's a fiscal disaster
I stuck to my guns, I stuck like a plastеr
I stuck like a plaster
But she's licking my facе
I don't want her to do it
I'd give her a sign, but she'd just misconstrue it
Yeah, she'd see right on through it
Down there is the prospect of a life upon the shelf
So I'm sending out a pixelated version of myself
Fuck!

The time-wasters and fakers
Are there any other takers
Who could possibly deliver me from this mediocrity?

Count your blessings, not your chickens
The hairline thins while the plot line thickens
The only way of knowing approximately where you're going
Is to close your eyes, and see

I am the flock with the absentee shepherd
She showed me her spots
She said, "I am the leopard."
I am the leopard

I am the leopard
I am the leopard
I am the leopard