Most of my time is spent alone now
I’m a little older but I don’t feel I’ve grown
I’ve been hanging around such a long time
I don’t talk to my neighbours, I don’t want to know

Oh my manic low, dear
Oh my romantic soul
Oh my manic low, dear
God damn my romantic soul

I’ve always been the type of guy who gets dressed up to visit a whore
Yes, I can be childish
Yes, I can be stupid
But I can’t go on living the way that I’ve been living any more

Oh my manic low, dear
Oh my romantic soul
Oh my manic low, dear
God damn my romantic soul

You can always act surprised
If I’m not there
You can always roll your eyes
Pretend you don’t care

I’m touching knees with your girlfriend
‘Cause fair is fair
I’m scared of many things
But never a game of truth or dare

Now I’m eating beans out of a can
I could use a woman if you could use a man