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 bleeding
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 Crisis
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 bleeding
enough for two
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis...
You're perfect,
yes, it's true
But without me
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding
enough for two
You're perfect,
yes, it's true
But without me
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding
enough for two
You're perfect,
yes, it's true
But without me
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding
enough for two
You're perfect,
yes, it's true
But without me
you're only you