I'm talkin' I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more
Needle, fetal
Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing
But, oh what a feeling
But I wish that you would stop spitting when you're talking to me
And inside, air dry
I might want to go another way
But you see now I'm too pale to get out
Into the lovely light of day
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
But I wish you would stop spitting when you're talking to me
