You're good at presence in predicaments that you make

You're good at hiding in your head and taking estate

One day I'll figure out that noggin and the padlock

Sometimes I wish that you were honest like the damn clock

You take some pride in that your nose is at an angle

With that attitude it's almost got you single

Yeah I remember when I screwed up on the love boat

But keeping tabs aren't ever good so why you gotta jot them notes like

Wrote a shrink and said I think I'm getting lovestruck

Wrote me back and said I'm crazy and I'm fucked up

I replied and said I wanna see credentials

Wrote me back and in all caps that it's so simple

Called some therapists, and now they're all pissed

Life's a cigarette, and we've been smoking it

Called some therapists, and now they're all pissed

You know I'm sick of it, but I'm the hypocrite

Every time I bring up friction, that's an offense

It's no wonder that your heart is stuck in suspense

It's suspicious when you tell me that it's alright

But that's the kind of talk that keeps me turning all night

Text can agitate, words communicate

Life's a cigarette, and we've been smoking it

Text can agitate, words communicate

You know I'm sick of it, but I'm a hypocrite