Watchin' the sun stumble home in the mornin'
You know art is why I get up in the mornin'
Play out a scene they've played so many times before
But I couldn't think of a reason why not
I don't want to play for you anymore
Tell me what are you here for?
You know, the butter melts out of habit
And the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
I want my old mind, fuck this time and place
And now you don't have to ask
From a bar on the east side of town
Show me what you can do
And I didn't really care a lot
You know it doesn't seem fair
I said, "If you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay"
But now you know how I feel
And now I can't get insured
That I'm livin' for something I can't even define
Because you know how I feel
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown
My thighs have been involved in many accidents
But my definition ends there
In the meantime, well you know
Beautiful but boring, he visited me yesterday
I want my old friends, I want my old face
My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
And he noticed my fingers and asked me if I would play
There you are right there
And I don't need to be lured by you
