Square One

Does anybody here have a soul?

Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold

Everywhere I look is nip and tuck

And every song they play in here is vapid as fuck

Well I don't give a shit about the weekend

I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinkin'

Don't know what to make of all of it

The same people claiming it gets better treat everyone like shit, and

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off

But where the hell do they run?

Here we were receiving, giving, making love

When some something came undone

Sticking me back at square one

Pigs and asses used to lived on farms

Friendly skies weren't always overrun by airborne infants in arms

Life's a beach, and should you swim astray

You'll fade to grey some castaway, there's no lifeguard service today

Falling for the foolish can be tough

But everything is possible when you hate yourself enough

Not my proudest moment, but the one I've got

It's a little painful being so much less cool than you by a lot, and

I just met you yesterday, and I'm already imagining the break-up

A little lovemakin' and a second latte is enough to keep me charging towards the shakeup

You're fucking out of my league, when will I learn it?

Could sell the devil my soul, and he'd return it