Dining on the gray and pasty, nasty mess we made
Living out a fantasy, but wishing that we'd stayed
On with them the rest of our lives
But wait we tried
Sharp, manic nights led by a lie
I am the caveman arriving on the scene
Anger will get the best of me
Inside your private garden
Sucking down the spliffs anxiously
Wishing I were fixed, but I'm too high
Too much, I miss your touch
Yesterday was a good day
Today I feel heartache and confusion
I miss you
To dominate or be dominated
We both don't like being told what to do
I don't think of myself as that intense
But certain people tell me that I am
It's difficult to be compassionate
When you are feeling stressed
And oh so vexed
I saw the pigeon get hit by the train
This imbalanced exchange helps to explain
Why your lisp has me hypnotized
Rise from the flow
How don't you know?
I'm not your mother
Dining on the gray and pasty, nasty mess we made
Living out a fantasy with lovers left betrayed
All my life the pattern will call
I am the caveman arriving on the scene
Anger will get the best of me
Inside your private garden
Sucking down the spliffs anxiously
Wishing I were fixed, but I'm too high
Flexibility is what we want
It's not our fault