Shirtless, sheetless and sleepless on the edge of your queen-sized bed. Last night I didn't wanna move you cause your tendons were tight. You said I'd be the one you remember as self-obsessed,'cause every fucking word that I tell you is really self-addressed. Sure you saw me naked but I never took my make-up off. You don't need me, your girlfriend goes cognito no nose mustache on, and plus my eyeballs occupy the sockets like a half-dead doll. So maybe you could kill me off in one of your songs? 'Cause I'm not thrilled about anything, I don't place bets on anything, I'm not thrilled about anything...anything at all.