My friend Ryan offered good advice
So I took a slice and sailed through to mellow skies
There is nothing wrong with being nice
Unless it's just a front to get yourself by
And I can tell, so what the hell
I don't think I really need them in my life
Sometimes I wish that bird would up and die
Tear through crayola skies
And now I sit at home alone, watch TV, mope on the phone
And Annie meets the moon, it is dawn in Paris though
I want to un-know the swell I felt under your hex
Your floral dress, your silver wire specs
Cindy moved to the other side
And there she lived as if she'd died
d**h cult paradise
Why don't you end it where it lies?
I got home and had another try
But Ryan tells me all the time
He's got the same damn problem as mine
Minimal heartbreak feels nice