Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard
Failing miserably at everything including that
Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep
Trying to think of who could make a better me than me
Maybe I'll shoot him an email,
Maybe he'll give it a go
Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode
Picking at holes in my jeans
There's so much god in my gene pool
Not feeling lonely, I just like being alone
I've called a through if already but no one knows why
One girl, one man, two pay checks are more than I can handle
Mathematically, and I can't be more than one end of a candle
Bottom of a ninth, can't find my socks
Artist: The Priests
Artist: Cheech And Chong
Artist: La Santa Cecilia