you look at me like i'm some piece of abstract art
i'm sorry if i never learned to play my part
sighing, leaning against the bar
wonder how i ever got this far
you see me looking down at my watch
i see you looking down at my crotch
humphrey bogart heart on my sleeve
your perfume makes me sneeze

jump back, get slapped, it's like a religion
too late, you're trapped by ancient tradition
put on your x-ray specs look forward to the end
now seems the perfect time to become born again
and again and again

for unknown reasons i proceed to close the door
commit the sin that i stopped confessing them for
drinking nothing but alcohol
hearing nothing but Otto Wahl
open my two eyes as you pass
catch a passing glimpse of your ass
childhood memories pass through time
the devil must live in your mind

but it's bye bye
astral projection
breathe right at night
with verse separation
put on your x-ray specs look forward to the end
now seems the perfect time to become born again
and again and again

you look at me like i'm some piece of abstract art
but i know for a fact you never were that smart
supine, lying across the bed
satin linings across your head

you take my words and then you rip them all apart
don't look at me like i'm some piece of abstract art
you take my words and then you rip them all apart
don't look at me like i'm some piece of abstract art