Midlife Crisis Lyrics

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 in
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 (you're only you)
Your [bad word] heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a Midlife Crisis
It's a Midlife Crisis

What an inheritance
The salt and the dockry
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
little discipline
donor by habit
little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt [bad word] Midlife Crisis
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 (you're only you)
Your [bad word] heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

ya ya ya ya

It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis

You're perfect, yes, it's [bad word] But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your [bad word] heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

You're perfect, yes, it's [bad word] But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your [bad word] heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

(Go on and wring my neck)
Go on and wring my neck
(Go on and wring my neck)
Go on and wring my neck