Dear bad feeling, I'd say I'm through with you
Leave this body, go and find someone new,
Or retire, you've got no practical use
We show up flawed at the perfection assembly
Free handouts for the student bodies trembling
You can't teach a lesson on a subject you've never experienced
And you can't just write off these nightmares like it's a coincidence, it is not
With high fives, and back slaps, the stories they reenact
Now tell me, and be exact, how bad you want your virginity back
Disappointed treasure seekers dig a hole in your face
You can live with my strangers and the gallery opening is never
Sure as the sun rises at dawn I thought that bird would always sing to me
But this morning was a silent brick to the face dose of reality
Not another album soaked with liquor and gimmicks
You see it streams from my grey matter and I just spit it
Like broken knuckles courtesy bar fight
Another souvenir of the new york night life