Day dreaming my days away Dreaming my days away I’m a little boy crazy I like all different types Them cute little quiet ones Their sweaters that got them stripes Big beardy lumberjacks I’ll take one of them too Throw a pretty boy on top Got an air he knows what to do I like your glasses man Ooh you got some jokes Maybe if we made out it’d be kinda dope I think I might just like you Only if for a night or two But that don’t take the heat out of the thing’s that I wanna do I like drinking with the boys Makes me feel like doctor who I see the bittersweet humanity in you and you and you Day dreaming my days away Dreaming my days away I want to be a badass Get all of my shit done Make sure it’s clear as can be That I’m the one who has won It’s so very much less stress Thinkin bout getting sexy w/ you Romanticizing things Up to what you can never do My sinks full of dirty dishes I’ve got some clothes to fold I need to read this book about my work so I can grow My laundry’s piled up I should really call my mom I’ve got this list of stuff to do damn near a mile long When I get bogged down with shit to do And I’d really rather not follow through Start thinkin’ I might just be in love with you and you and you Day dreaming my days away Dreaming my days away

Ain’t nothing wrong with sipping on a little beer it’s plain to see you’re well past guzzling keep slurping it down for fear Of the boredom and the awkward and the thoughts that tend to plague you When you face up to the fact that it’s the things you’ve done that made you Drinking while still at home And you’re drinking when you get there More sinking out of control until you can’t keep perceiving All the self doubt and the left out and the reason that you came here Nothing you do can really matter when you can always blame beer Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another take another This one makes you soon forget Take another take another Now do something you’ll regret You’re getting pretty loose and feeling pretty tight Talking how you got it figured out Shouting bout how you’re so right But you’re slurred up, an absurd slut You can’t keep your shit together You just sound like a big asshole While you’re feeling you’re so clever you’re thinking you’re getting close and you’re thinking that it’s a connection your drinking will slow your roll and protect you from rejection but you’ve chugged up and the gigs up all you’ve got left are the last stumblings as you bumble your way home behind behavior beyond humbling Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another take another This one makes you soon forget Take another take another Now do something you’ll regret no point washing up or brushing on your teeth Now that you’re back home on your couch One last beer before you sleep Reflect on the night, get untongue-tied Make a couple un-wise phone-calls Might as well go all the way gone ain’t no chance of total recall you’re opening up your eyes and you’re seeing that it’s now the morning your life’s out of control; you never take heed of your own warnings but you wake up in your makeup and you take up a collection for the pity party in your head even they know there’s no correction Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another take another This one makes you soon forget Take another take another Now do something you’ll regret Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another drink & then smoke another cigarette Take another take another This one makes you soon forget Take another take another Now do something you’ll regret

Strapped suspenders slapped splash of insecurity Easiest to screw it up with a lack of surety The common turn of phrase is seeing is believing But the truth of it is that what we see can be deceiving Capped pens upended pages smacked with incredulity Attitude miscontrues it up due to undue cruelty After so many years of it, disappointment seems our duty Maybe if we stopped seeking it, it wouldn’t grow so fruitfully An optical illusion there’s duality in our analysis thoughtful inconclusion is just fueling our paralysis artful disillusionment and our doom are not analogous garbled on a fusion of our two sides of the same abyss Worrying into absurdity, currying favor with destruction Hurrying deferred pity, burying braver deductions Blurring immaturities, stirring graver obstructions Spurring a disturbed ditty, demurring staves reconstruction Nervewracking about an interview makes me feel I don’t know what to do makes me feel my spit turn into glue makes me feel suddenly much less than you get in the way of my own shoes I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused No more running ragged all up in my brain Ain’t no cunning tactic, just keeps me the same Gotta be chasing after things that make me swoon Reach for the moon, finely attuned verbosity, I pursue my curiosity Grow sore sunning in jagged oceans of my shame Backdoor stunner hack new levels in the game My lot’s erasing rafters raise up to the beams Wake up my dreams Finally defused atrocity, unconfused my honed precocity No more shunning a nagging notion of my fame Paint a running gag that brags of my good name Not to be wasting laughter, brings me home to soon No more cocoon Divinely misused monstrosity, why not use my own ferocity? Known before now from my doubt I should abstain What’s the point if I don’t believe in my own saying Plot to be hastening after that which I believe I should receive Not pomposity to presume I’m owed what’s got to be Nervewracking about an interview makes me feel I don’t know what to do makes me feel my spit turn into glue makes me feel suddenly much less than you get in the way of my own shoes I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused Have a hard time putting on the rouse Gotta do what feels right in these shoes Gotta be just me what else to choose Gotta take me as is or just lose I can’t stand the feeling of being a noob Takes me back to bastardly baby plays Makes me stack the catastrophes of my ways Shakes me back to my dastardly denial days

Quit your bitching bout your sitch & just change it Start sifting through your shit and rearrange it If it’s broke than you don’t have to hang with it What are you but what you make of it? Sick of this town, seems like the best ones haven’t shown up Feels like you’re drowning in a sea of just-giving-up When’ya gonna come round to see it’s time you stopped showing up Give up the ghost, go with your gut and pull your roots up Bored of your job, you’ve never felt so uninspired Cup after cup of ambition just leaves you more tired Seems to you there’s nothing you can do cause it’s how you’re wired It’s not true, go on and see it through and get yourself unmired Sitting down with writing books and a big ole’ blank page Not sure if you even know what it is you have to say You could keep on sitting here and waste a perfectly good day Hemming and hawing…or just put the pen to the page Try out some new things make up some of your own mistakes Cleaning up the mess is how you learn just what it takes Never gonna see how you can succeed if you don’t fail first Stop imagining what might be and just face the worst Quit your bitching bout your sitch & just change it Start sifting through your shit and rearrange it If it’s broke than you don’t have to hang with it What are you but what you make of it? Quit your bitching bout your sitch & just change it Start sifting through your shit and rearrange it If it’s broke than you don’t have to hang with it What are you but what you make of it? don’t think ya get treated right by the people in your life wounded relationships, and you just keep twisting knife stop shouting about, erase the doubt and work it out instead Get right with your friends and set shit right in your head Ya’feel sorry for yourself for not getting what you want But never thought it might be that you’re too nonchalant Not that you don’t deserve it, love, it’s just it’s up to you if you never ask for them, your wishes ain’t coming true don’t like what ya got, try taking something else instead Unless you decide you’d rather complain about it That’s just adding fuel to the fire that keeps you burning up Step off your funeral pyre, life might start turning up Most people just sit around waiting for their lives to change Don’t want to make their own moves, afraid things will get strange Push out of your comfort zone and try for something new to you How else can you ever know what it is you got to do Quit your bitching bout your sitch & just change it Start sifting through your shit and rearrange it If it’s broke than you don’t have to hang with it What are you but what you make of it? Quit your bitching bout your sitch & just change it Start sifting through your shit and rearrange it If it’s broke than you don’t have to hang with it What are you but what you make of it?

I only date boys who like Whedon They’re the ones I get real sweet on Can you get down with Buffy & Angel? Then you’re the kinda guy I wanna wrangle. Teasing heartaches out between battle scenes and sex He lets us see in each scene that everyone’s complex Pleasing jailbreaks freed from the eternal hex Of stilted storylines we’ve come to expect Distinctly plotted, he just knows how to serve a quip You think you got it, then the plot just curves & whips He sees you coming and he’s killing all your favorites But you’ll love it if you’re silly and you savor wit Some people just whine and say it’s cheesy Won’t say the mayor’s ascension graphics pleased me But you can’t argue with the awesome of these dream scenes He’s a man who knows just what imagination means Few storytellers know how to spew such lies So much truth it time travels through your mind Breaks your heart in a parallel dimension I’m not sure, did I forget to mention? I only date girls who like Whedon They’re the ones I get real sweet on Can you get down with Buffy & Angel? Then you’re the kinda girl I wanna wrangle. Banging so hot brings the whole god damn house down Forgive the techno pagan if you bring Wesley round I’ll take a darker version and one who’s tightly wound Books won’t be the only things bout to be bound Monstrous caged grave sinking to the depths below The way that Oz rages when someone hurts Willow Then there’s Jayne’s song and his silly orange hat Wash is making his dinosaurs have a chat There’s some things I can’t seem to get enough of Like the episode where Topher falls in love Not because of the lovey dovey overtone But the conversation between him & his clone Rather be a girl with the sickest super powers Then get some lame-ass pearls or wicked stupid flowers May be a bit beyond your comprehension I must admit as much as I like attention I only date boys who like Whedon They’re the ones I get real sweet on Can you get down with Buffy & Angel? Then you’re the kinda girl I wanna wrangle.