Good grief, I think I've gone insane
They say you're pretty/witty, so how can I complain
Driving off a cliff we'll riff 'bout the gravity
I mean, isn't it a joke how we choke on all the serious things
You travel the world to feed all the squirrels, just like all the other girls
But you're so good at that
Wearing my wig so you can steal a pig
And I just want it back
Oh dear, I fear you're going gray
It's such a tragedy to end your life that way
Sailing out to see just what sinking really means
I swear, don't you even care about the air at trying times like these