WYCT

You hate the neighbors and Fill out papers and Ask for answers, then pass out in two seconds flat And when you come to I am no more sorry You say it's like a hobby I've found In being like that These cheesy moped scenes And sleazy motel scenes I swear when you indulge in them, It counts as breaking some fourth wall And you ask (tongue-in-cheek) What it's like to be your keeper And I swear, it's like living with a leopard All muscle and all And I know all your confidence is siphoned From the sexual advances Left on your porch and watched behind the bush And when you come back, you act so weak And let me tell you sweetheart, it's not a good look And when I state my case, it always scares me When I find myself citing directly from your dictionary And when my spit turns pink I don't know why I think you have it out for me It just seems likely You hate the neighbors and Fill out papers and Ask for answers, almost always on the same day And when you come to I am no more sorry You say it's like a hobby I've found In being that way