The drunk's face breaks into sweat
As his friend falls under the wheels
But the headlights don't flinch and the engine doesn't stutter
Oh, yeah
Think about myself, I think about myself
Care about myself, I care about myself
I only care about myself
And other fears too stupid to mention
The ending of 'Dramamine' scared Degnan
The way that you all see me
That's who I am, but not who I need to be
Moving my joke body through the cold November night
Ha-ha
Hate yourself, do you hate yourself?
I don't hate myself, I tolerate myself
I wish I was someone else
But it seems too stupid to mention
I know I'll be ripped in Heaven
I was young, I was thin
I had money, and I loved you
But then came the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah
Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah
I need a name for what I'm feeling
Then, I can start to work on a meaning
Speaking of the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah
Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (oh, yeah)
♪
In a crowded room, you will
Hear your own opinion voiced
You can sit back without a word, watch it spread or fall silent
Oh, yeah
If it's too late to speak, I could get out of bed
Find a pencil and write, leave it for you to find
If the moment is gone
To say I figured out what the problem was
I'd been thinking about it earlier
Hey, can you hear me now?
Am I alone in my futile efforts?
Sometimes I get so mad I can't do the few things I usually can
Which is sad
Occupying space, I know I take up space
Will there be a space for my soul in space?
That's Heaven to me
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Post Office Box 295
And now, I'm young, and I'm thin
And I have money, and I love you
But here comes the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon)
Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head)
I need a name for what I'm feeling (come again soon)
Then, I can start to work on a meaning
Speaking of the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon)
Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon)
And in the sky, there is a place where it's warm, and you're there
And I've got the power now
Yeah, I know what to do to make you feel something besides pain
'Cause it's the love that we've come to expect, to deserve
And then we fuck, and it's nice, it's not a complicated mess
And my back doesn't hurt
And your head doesn't tell you to kill yourself
So we smile and embrace until we don't know who we are
♪
I can't hear a thing now
I guess I belong to me now
But when night fell on Montana, I found a rest stop completely deserted
But I still felt the eyes upon me, so I drove away