Grease - Telethon

Your mother

Is glaring at me

From the sofa like she wants my blood

I didn’t hear a word you were saying

Cause I was thinking about what I want

Not what I chose

Or what I got

But what I want

I know it’s selfish and wholly unappealing

But it’s getting to be time I left

We tried so hard to be the cover of «Freewheelin'»

That we wound up «Love & Theft»

Got a thumb drive full of my deepest secrets

You can borrow it sometime 24 months into this

For now, however, consider me drifting

No misery and no agony

That’s not what’s eating away at me

It’s the messed up state that we’re in

Or maybe I’m a lost sad son of a bitch with a warped sense of self

Your father drinking a Michelob Lite

He’s got some indication what’s been keeping you up at night

Thinks I’m a loser, so I’ve assumed the role

To make it easier when I storm out, slam my car door, and I go

A muffled recollection of a saner time

Miasma floating through the by-and-the-by

Stay cool but I know I’ve got to get myself home

To stare into my own pupils and the screen of my telephone

If I made a good choice

Why can’t I get an amen?

From the choir of my socialite guardians

Facedown under flannel sheets

Freezing and oh so regrettably me

A lava lamp once bubbled on my nightstand

I bought it at a Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota

And you said that it was dumb and it was typical

Which it was

That’s the whole reason why I bought it

So I felt resentful

Intercepted at face value

I was vulnerable and shallow

So I unplugged it and I returned it to the same Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota

Alright, already

Point taken

I take myself too seriously to be taking on responsibilities

For another day

Or, for Christ’s sake, another human being

That’s admittedly the problem

I really like to be alone

But I’m destructive to myself and that’s the only thing I know

So come back and this time I’ll try hard not to be an asshole