Midlife Crisis

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 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