Dear bad feeling, I'd say I'm through with you
Leave this body, go and find someone new
Or retire, you've got no practical use
We show up flawed at the perfection assembly
Free handouts for the student bodies trembling

You can't teach a lesson on a subject you've never experienced
And you can't just write off these nightmares
Like it's a coincidence, it is not with high fives
And back slaps, the stories they reenact
Now tell me, and be exact, how bad you want your virginity back

Disappointed treasure seekers dig a hole in your face
You can live with my strangers and the gallery opening is never
Sure as the sun rises at dawn I thought that bird
Would always sing to me

But this morning was a silent brick to the face dose of reality
Not another album soaked with liquor and gimmicks
You see it streams from my gray matter and I just spit it
Like broken knuckles courtesy bar fight
Another souvenir of the New York night life