Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays

If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and graying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear

If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance
The way I eat

If you love the morning spots I try
And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle
Each weak knee

But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display

But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times

I love to sulk and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
'Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can

Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear

Bullies, buglers, ********es
Bird flu and p***ive smoke
(They're coming)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming)

Terrorists with homemade bombs
And factions everywhere
(They're coming)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your home and I don't care