I’m a 40 year old balding emo lawyer Thinking about my past Black hair covering my eyes That hairline did not last I want to die again this time Now it’s not over a girl It’s over a typo on page 39 I need to puke, I’m going to hurl My heart was once an open wound Now I bill point-three I used to scream into the night Now clients scream at me I traded in my skinny jeans For slacks that hide my gut My lip ring hole has disappeared My Outlook won’t shut up You left me on read in ’05 I cried behind the mall Now opposing counsel won’t reply And somehow that hurts more I used to bleed beneath the stars And curse her fucking name Now I’m redlining indemnity The feeling is the same I want to die again this time Now it’s not over a girl It’s over a typo on page 39 I need to puke, I’m going to hurl I want to die again this time Now it’s not over a girl It’s over a typo on page 39 I need to puke, I’m going to hurl
