Midlife Crisis - Bile

Go on and wring my neck

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

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

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleedin' enough for two

It’s a midlife crisis

It’s a midlife crisis

What an inheritance

The salt and the Kleenex

Morbid self-attention

Bending my pinky back

A little discipline

A donor by habit

A little discipline

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

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleeding enough for two

It’s a midlife crisis

It’s a midlife crisis

You’re perfect, yes, it’s true

But without me, you’re only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleeding enough for two

You’re perfect, yes, it’s true

But without me, you’re only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleeding enough for two

You’re perfect, yes, it’s true

But without me, you’re only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleeding enough for two