Obtuse - While Mortals Sleep (Page 93 Line 18) Lyrics

This is bullshit
I'm far too high for this
I don't feel right with it
Leaving you a song too soon

But my stomach twists
When your beat kicks in
And I'm not quite sure if
I'm high enough to dance

I hope it cheers you up
Spitting on his merits
I'm a little blue myself
My development's arrested

My social skills are lacking
So is my sense of humor
Bangs like Mia Wallace
Prank caller, prank caller

Let's wait a second
Until I'm through explaining
Let's go out back for a cigarette
So I can hear what your eyes are saying

And I hope it cheers you up
Spitting on his merits
I'm a little blue myself
My development's arrested
My social skills are lacking
So is my sense of humor
If you go into nursing
I will grow a tumor
I will smoke all of your cigarettes
Menthols, 99's, and ultra lights
I'll overdose on baseball
On booze
On anything, but you