I've sliced my damn finger packing a bag
I'm about a hundred kilos and I look like a fag

My life is a shambles, but they tell me it's great
That I've been so clever and useful of late

My ex wouldn't touch me with a twenty-foot pole
(Let alone all the others who yours truly ignore)

My life is a series of fugues and depression,
Concession, confession, oppression, regression

4:16 on the clock, and the time is quite fair
In a couple of hours I will be in the air

Where, while stroking my cock, I'll be thinking of
Why, for fuck's sakes, you still give me your love?