I think that i mean that i can do my own thinking
I know i only think i don't think hard enough to know sometimes
Oh why don't i make myself at home
Oh i think that i'd rather just make up my mind

I hate that i'm smiling
You're so pretty you make me feel sick

I got a machine it can do my thinking
But it gets too much sometimes
When i'm trying to sleep
I can slip thru my sheets

But in the afternoon
I'm sweating seawater
Choking on blotter
Writing my dictionary
Hoping things will last

I hate that I'm smiling
You're so pretty you make me feel sick

I hate that I'm smiling
You're so pretty you make me feel sick