Midlife Crisis
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
Im thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you （youre only you）
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleedin enough for two
Its a midlife crisis
Its 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
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Im a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...
Its a midlife crisis...
Its a midlife crisis...
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two