Dining on the gray and pasty, nasty mess we made Living out a fantasy, but wishing that we'd stayed On with them the rest of our lives But wait we tried Sharp, manic nights led by a lie I am the caveman arriving on the scene Anger will get the best of me Inside your private garden Sucking down the spliffs anxiously Wishing I were fixed, but I'm too high Too much, I miss your touch Yesterday was a good day Today I feel heartache and confusion I miss you To dominate or be dominated We both don't like being told what to do I don't think of myself as that intense But certain people tell me that I am It's difficult to be compassionate When you are feeling stressed And oh so vexed I saw the pigeon get hit by the train This imbalanced exchange helps to explain Why your lisp has me hypnotized Rise from the flow How don't you know? I'm not your mother Dining on the gray and pasty, nasty mess we made Living out a fantasy with lovers left betrayed All my life the pattern will call I am the caveman arriving on the scene Anger will get the best of me Inside your private garden Sucking down the spliffs anxiously Wishing I were fixed, but I'm too high Flexibility is what we want It's not our fault