Put on your make-up
And give me a taste of
What you have to inspire
You blew it, retired
Cause, every night, your plans just end up the same
Hungryman dinner in bed
While you think of all the things that you said
Got a life, she’s hanging from a thread
Now I hate that I’m still so obsessed
It’s the same joke every time

Goddamn, now I should write my own book
I could tell you how the future could be
You’re either dying or you’re here with me
That’s a lifetime guarantee
What’s that, a lab rat, a zodiac
Engines running off bunnies with their drums attached
Close calls that seem to have no escape
Well, someone’s got to wait in line
The infatuation of a mirror that’s blind
Given tasks so you better ask why
Oh why, now what’s this feeling?
Buckets full of mysteries with muddled-up reasons
Alone at home with a box of Wheat Thins
3.25 for the bus, I’m leaving
I had a heart, I say what I see
It’s the same joke every time
It’s a product of our own design
But I guess its, never mind