Because only a sociopath
Could spend New Year's alone
A raccoon rummages through the trash
For some flesh on the bone
The ornaments in your front yard
Have so little to do
Because they're tired of this existence
And they all feel next to nothing without you
Only a miracle man
Could get you to speak
There's a short in the old ceiling fan
It's been static for weeks
The lightning bolt in your backyard
Had so little to do
With how much you wish you'd been its victim
So that you could leave your body behind too
Now you're stuck in a loop
From a dream that you had
And you tried but you just couldn't wake up
And you're telling yourself
That it isn't so bad
But you know that's a truth you can't make up
You've been roaming 'round this town
Like a Wandering Jew
You wear your despair
Like a prison tattoo
And you're taking this body for granted
You've been taking this body for granted
Now you're stuck in a loop
From a film that you saw
Where the hero was gutted from the inside
Man, they took him out back
And they butchered him raw
And you still can't unsee it, though you've tried
And you're taking this body for granted
You've been taking this body for granted
Because only a true narcissist
Could sing you this song
All the lovers that you've ever missed
Have packed up and moved on
The ornaments in your front yard
Have to little to do
'Cause they were always just distractions
'Til you'd find another hobby to pursue