Grease

Lyrics

Your mother Is glaring at me From the sofa like she wants my blood I didn't hear a word you were saying Cause I was thinking about what I want Not what I chose Or what I got But what I want I know it's selfish and wholly unappealing But it's getting to be time I left We tried so hard to be the cover of "Freewheelin'" That we wound up "Love & Theft" Got a thumb drive full of my deepest secrets You can borrow it sometime 24 months into this For now, however, consider me drifting No misery and no agony That's not what's eating away at me It's the messed up state that we're in Or maybe I'm a lost sad son of a bitch with a warped sense of self Your father drinking a Michelob Lite He's got some indication what's been keeping you up at night Thinks I'm a loser, so I've assumed the role To make it easier when I storm out, slam my car door, and I go A muffled recollection of a saner time Miasma floating through the by-and-the-by Stay cool but I know I've got to get myself home To stare into my own pupils and the screen of my telephone If I made a good choice Why can't I get an amen? From the choir of my socialite guardians Facedown under flannel sheets Freezing and oh so regrettably me A lava lamp once bubbled on my nightstand I bought it at a Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota And you said that it was dumb and it was typical Which it was That's the whole reason why I bought it So I felt resentful Intercepted at face value I was vulnerable and shallow So I unplugged it and I returned it to the same Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota Alright, already Point taken I take myself too seriously to be taking on responsibilities For another day Or, for Christ's sake, another human being That's admittedly the problem I really like to be alone But I'm destructive to myself and that's the only thing I know So come back and this time I'll try hard not to be an asshole