Every morning I wake up to a brand new thought
And I sit on it a while, until the brain goes pop
Collect your things
Get out the door, don't make a scene on the way out
Oscar the Grouch don't got a motherfucking thing on me

Every time I'm happy
I worry 'bout the come down brevities
to dance around and make me run out of breath
Think about a time when it was warmer
And everything seemed so much better
At least I got this cozy sweater

Each time I blink
Each word I sing
I will not sink to your expectation
Each time I blink
Each word I sing
I will not sink to your expеctation
Each time I blink
Each word I sing
I will not sink to your expectation
Each timе I blink
Each word I sing
I will not sink