Midlife Crisis

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline for my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop givin'
I'm thirty - something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling - midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity down through the family tree

You' re perfect ... yes it's true
But without me you are only you
Your menstruating heart - it ain't bleeding enough for Two