inside the bell jar

Lyrics

(This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house! The fucking coffee house!) My phone did not ring My name was not on the list I was not invited I did not make the list My life did not come up My doorbell made no sound There were no taps on my shoulder I did not not not not look around I spent no money, yenom on tneps I I drove no where, erehw on evord I I saw nobody, ydobon was I I did not care, erac ton did I I was not burning the midnight oil I had no one with which to grin ear to ear I turned on the gas And rested my head upon the racks of the oven This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house The fucking coffee house!