think i'm going for a walk now 
i feel a little unsteady 
i don't want nobody to follow me 
'cept maybe you 
i could make you happy you know 
if you weren't already 
i could do a lot of things 
and i do 
 
tell you the truth i prefer 
the worst of you 
too bad you had to have a better half 
she's not really my type 
but i think you two are forever 
and i hate to say it but 
you're perfect together 
 
so fuck you 
and your untouchable face 
and fuck you 
for existing in the first place 
and who am i 
that i should be vying for your touch 
and who am i 
i bet you can't even tell me that much 
 
two-thirty in the morning 
and my gas tank will be empty soon 
neon sign on the horizon 
rubbing elbows with the moon 
a safe haven of sleepless 
where the deep fryer's always on 
radio is counting down 
the top 20 country songs 
and out on the porch the fly strip is 
waving like a flag in the wind 
y'know, i don't look forward 
to seeing you again soon 
you'll look like a photograph of yourself 
taken from far far away 
and i won't know what to do 
and i won't know what to say 
 
except fuck you... 
 
i see you and i'm so perplexed 
what was i thinking 
what will i think of next 
where can i hide 
in the back room there's a lamp 
that hangs over the pool table 
and when the fan is on it swings 
gently side to side 
there's a changing constellation 
of balls as we are playing 
i see orion and say nothing 
the only thing i can think of saying 
 
is fuck you...