My friend Ryan Offered good advice So I took a slice And sailed through to mellow skies There is nothin' wrong with bein' nice Unless it's just a front to get yourself by And I can tell So what the hell-ell I don't think I really need them in my life Sometimes I wish that bird would up and die Tear through Crayola skies And now I sit at home alone Watch TV, mope on the phone And Annie meets the moon It is dawn in Paris though I want to un-know the swell I felt under your hex Your floral dress, your silver wire specs Cindy moved to the other side And there she lived as if she'd died Death cult paradise Why don't you end it where it lies? I got home and had another try But Ryan tells me all the time He's got the same damn problem as mine Minimal heartbreak feels nice