"I've got no more time for mediocrity"
She said while reading a book by Socrates
And smoking an herbal pipe
She spends her nights blowing in her harp
Swears she's not afraid of the dark
She won't admit her mind is warped
But it is, girl, you can do better than this
Wasting time highlighting in CliffsNotes
And so stupidly stoned
If this is the life we can live together
No offence, but I'd rather live alone
In the throes of some wicked spiral
She strikes out, throws off her towel
Nakedly she steps out of the house
Climbs the pine in our backyard
Shouts out some make-believe Greek words
The neighbors call the police on her
Do I need to tell you, I won't bail her out this time?
Though like a dog I once chased her love
All chewed up, her funny bone
If this is what you call laughter, my dear
No offence, but I'd rather cry alone
Shalalala dadeedee deedee dee dumb
Hay, way hey, lalala la la haw hum
Whooo, doo, she, she, she
Saw da do do do do dee
O I'm still wondering
While you're thundering
About the obtuseness, you see in all
In all the good times we had
I can't remember a single one
The bridge here will be shorter than the last
Just to hint, our song is almost done
Nearly sung
Not in the least in tune
Or resembling a human tone
If this is the melody that will be formed in "we"
We'd both be better off - silently alone