Think I'm going for a walk now... I feel a little unsteady
Don't want nobody to follow me... except maybe you
I could make you happy, y'know... if you weren't already
I could do a lot of things... and I do
To tell you the truth I prefer the worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type... but I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but you're perfect together
So fuck you... and your untouchable face
And fuck you... for existing in the first place
Who am I that I should by vying for your touch?
Who am I? Bet you can't even tell me that much
Two-thirty in the morning and my gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe-haven of sleepless where the deep fryer's always on
And the radio is counting down the top twenty country songs
And out on the porch the fly strip is waving like a flag in the wind
Y'know I don't look forward to seeing you again
You'll look like a photograph of yourself taken from far far away
And I won't know what to do and I won't know what to say
Except fuck you and your untouchable face
And fuck you for existing in the first place
Who am I that I should be vying for your touch?
Who am I? Bet you can't even tell me that much
What was I thinking? What will I think of next?
Where can I hide?
In the back room there's a lamp that hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings gently side to side
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see Orion and say nothing... the only thing I can think of saying
Is fuck you... and your untouchable face
And fuck you... for existing in the first place
Who am I that I should be vying for your touch?
Who am I? Bet you can't even tell me that much