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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 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
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


Yeah Yeah Yeah (Midlife crisis) Yeah


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
Like when a rag gets wet
Go on and wring my neck