VERSE:
If we're talking about love, Then I have to tell you
Dear readers: I'm not sure where I'm headed, I've gotten lost before
PRE-CHORUS:
I've woke up stone drunk face down in the floor
CHORUS:
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore, Everybody hates a drunk
VERSE:
This may be a lip invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float they're malcontent
PRE-CHORUS:
As for this, reader, I'm already spent
CHORUS:
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a sad professor, I hate where I wound up
BRIDGE:
VERSE:
Dear readers, my apologies
I drifted in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies of love
Look the age, get afraid. The surface hazy with
attendant thoughts
PRECHORUS:
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
CHORUS:
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started a chapter. Everyone hates a bore
Everybody hates a drunk. Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up, I hate where I wound up