Tão desorganizado. Há vezes em que cogito se não viverei numa vida a part-time.
"Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
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 giving in
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're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis..."
Talvez seja melhor viver desorganizado a part-time que demasiado organizado a full-time...
ResponderEliminarHá corações que sangram pelos outros e na excessiva preocupação...esquecem-se deles mesmos.
Pode ser que sim... Mas isso já é demasiado complicado para uma mente complicada compreender. Demasiada informação, quiçá.
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