think i'm going for a walk now

i feel a little unsteady

i don't want nobody to follow me

'cept maybe you

i could make you happy you know

if you weren't already

i could do a lot of things

and i do



tell you the truth i prefer

the worst of you

too bad you had to have a better half

she's not really my type

but i think you two are forever

and i hate to say it but

you're perfect together



so fuck you

and your untouchable face

and fuck you

for existing in the first place

and who am i

that i should be vying for your touch

and who am i

i bet you can't even tell me that much



two-thirty in the morning

and my gas tank will be empty soon

neon sign on the horizon

rubbing elbows with the moon

a safe haven of sleepless

where the deep fryer's always on

radio is counting down

the top 20 country songs

and out on the porch the fly strip is

waving like a flag in the wind

y'know, i don't look forward

to seeing you again soon

you'll look like a photograph of yourself

taken from far far away

and i won't know what to do

and i won't know what to say



except fuck you...



i see you and i'm so perplexed

what was i thinking

what will i think of next

where can i hide

in the back room there's a lamp

that hangs over the pool table

and when the fan is on it swings

gently side to side

there's a changing constellation

of balls as we are playing

i see orion and say nothing

the only thing i can think of saying



is fuck you...