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