I’m watching pornographic movies in New York
I never listen to my girlfriend when she talks
I am selfish, I am cursed
I’m the kindest soul whoever walked the earth
I’m running nowhere on this treadmill like a mouse
I don’t know who I am
I keep the papers when a famous person dies
I’ve been a lazy workaholic all my life
I’d like to settle down
Have some boys and girls
I don’t want to bring a child into this world
I’ll take the deepest, darkest secrets to my grave
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I am
I’m attracted to the psychopathic mind
I know we’ll all return when we have died
I should be working but I’m lying in the sun
I know a girl who’s like a fountain when she comes
I haven’t had a good night sleep in fifteen years
Is it me or did I choose the right career
I’m sarcastic just to get me through the day
I’m not childish but I’ll always get my way
I’ve got a purple carmen gear I never clean
When I was twenty two I wrote down all my dreams
All my demons come at night to haunt my soul
I was emotional when Adams scored that goal