Midlife Crisis

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 lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving in
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 bleeding enough for two
It's a Midlife Crisis
It's a Midlife Crisis
What an inheritance
The salt and the dockry
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
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
ya ya ya ya
It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
(Go on and wring my neck)
Go on and wring my neck
(Go on and wring my neck)
Go on and wring my neck