go on and wring my neck
like when a rag gets wet
a little discipline
for my pet genius
my head is like a lettuce
go on and dig your thumbs in
i cannot stop giving
i´m thirty-something
sense of security
like pockets jingling
midlife crisis
suck ingenuity
down through the family tree
you´re perfect, yes, it´s true
but without me you´re only you
your menstruating heart
it ain´t bleedin´ enough for two
it´s a midlife crisis...
what an inheritance
the salt and the kleenex
morbid self attention
bending my pinky back
a little discipline
a donor by habit
a little discipline
rent an opinion
sense of security
holding blunt instrument
i´m a perfectionist
and perfect is a skinned knee
you´re perfect, yes, it´s true
but without me you´re only you
your menstruating heart
it ain´t bleeding enough for two
it´s a midlife crisis...........