Midlife Crisis

歌詞

Go on and wring my neck, like when a rag gets wet A little discipline, for my pet genius My head is like lettuce; go on, 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 (you're only you) Your menstruating heart, It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis 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 Midlife crisis I'm a perfectionist, and perfect is a skinned knee You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only you (you're only you) Your menstruating heart, It ain't bleeding enough for two (Midlife Crisis) It's a midlife crisis It's a midlife crisis... You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only you (you're only you) Your menstruating heart, It ain't bleeding enough for two You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleeding enough for two (Sense of security, like pockets jingling...) (Suck ingenuity, down through the family tree...) Go on and Wring My Neck... Go on and Wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet Go on and wring my neck