Текст песни «Midlife Crisis»

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 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 true But without me 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 сrisis.. I’m a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee You’re perfect, yes, it’s true But without me you’re only you, Your menstruating heart It ain’t bleedin’ enough for two