Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
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 [bad word] 
But without me you're only you
Your [bad word] 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
little discipline
donor by habit
little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt [bad word] 
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's [bad word] 
But without me you're only you
Your [bad word] heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...