IntroVerse 1No Dinner And No BreakfastJust A Big Ole Pot Of Coffee And A Panic AttackNo Cigarettes Nor Liquor NowJust Enough Fast Food To Keep Me SickDoes The TrickI Try To Get My Beauty Rest, Heard Happiness Is Eight Hours From NowI'll Hunt It DownBut It's Hard To Sleep When You Gotta Turn A New Leaf TomorrowAnd Can't Stop Thinking BoutHow There's So Many On The GroundIt Freaks Me OutChorusSo I'll Just Write Another Song About MeAnd The Birds In My TreeI Have More Than I NeedUntil I Compare Myself To YouI Was Halfway To Rich, I Felt Slicker Than SpitI Was Smart As A Brick Til I Compared Myself To YouNow I′M Bored Of My Stuff, I Feel Poorer Than PoorBut If I Ever Had Enough I Know I′D Just Be Wanting MoreLearned The Secret To It AllPut My Ear Up To The DoorAnd Heard That Everything's All Gonna Get BetterThat's What Later's ForThat′S What They Made Later ForVerse 2There's A Million Little Worries Getting Fat From Eating Me Alive Like AntsWell-Intentioned People Love A Jester′S Struggle, Just Looks Like He's Trying To DanceThere's A Message On A Letter In A Bottle On A T-Shirt At The MallGotta Throw A Couple Jokes In Case My Roommates Choose To Listen Through The WallChorusTo Another Song About You And Your Butt Naked TruthHow You Didn't Have A Clue Til You Compared Yourself To MeYou Were Luck Out Of Shit, Sinking Waist Deep In SandAnd You Didn't Have A Plan Til You Compared Yourself To MeBut You're Still Losing Sleep At What You Can And Can't AffordYou Forgot The Word Enough Soon As You Found It On The FloorJesus Ran Into The Bathroom, Put His Back Against The DoorAnd He Promised To Make Everything All BetterThat's What Later's ForThat's What He Made Later ForVerse 3Someone Ought To Name The Feeling When You Look Up At The StarsAnd Still Can′T Stop Thinking Bout What Needs Fixing On Your CarAbout The Price Tag On Your DinnerOr The Next Morning's AlarmOr The Next Thing, I'm Just GuessingAnything Except The StarsOnce We Name That Guilty Feeling, It′Ll Fit Inside A GloveWe'll Sit And Listen To The Chicken, Treating Pigeons Like They're DovesTake Advantage Of The Total Versatility Of "Love"And Won't Have No More Time To ListenChorusTo Another Song About How I'm Scared By The Shit That I ReadWith Lines Like "What Should I Wear When I Meet My Basic Needs?"Man, The Music Is At Odds At Times With Bettering OurselvesI'm So Funny, I'm So Clever, I'm SoWhatever SellsBut I'm Still Locked In The BathroomAnd I Almost UnderstandWhy I Look Into The Mirror And It Looks Back As A ManAnd The Man Looks Mostly Happy, Puts His Hand Against My HandAnd He Smiles As He Tells Me As A FriendNow Is Later, ManNow Is Later, Man
