Same man, three blunders
Adrift in a world of interiors
The milkman came once more
Two pints of requiem
Slap me silly with the realities of my unconscious
I've never been good enough for you
But just for a moment you convinced me otherwise
The most suitable hypothesis
The answer to the grievance
Schedule two weeks of sadness
You might as well just rip this page out the calendar
Have another sad dream, wake up in the middle of the night
And tell yourself again, it'll be alright
It ain't all bad
It ain't all bad
It's the most suitable hypothesis