Go on and wring my neck. Like when a rag gets wet. A little discipline. For my pet genius. My head is like a lettuce. Go on and 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 true. But without me you're only you (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. 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. 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 [repeat until fade]