think i'm going for a walk now
  i feel a little unsteady
  i don't want nobody to follow me
  'cept maybe you
  i could make you happy you know
  if you weren't already
  i could do a lot of things
  and i do
    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
  and who am i
  that i should be vying for your touch
  and who am i
  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
  radio is counting down
  the top 20 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 soon
  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...
    i see you and i'm so perplexed
  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...