Lyrics:

Hey, hey
Still staring little girl
Are you looking at or past me?
Worry
Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red

No more rules
The ones we make don't last the night

So pick up the pieces
Start again, start over Tuesday morning
Conscience clean

This card, postmarked December 23
The caption reads: 'How does he do it?'
Mrs. 'Too Bad He Treats Me Like I'm Dead'
Nothing works, just make it easy

No more lies
The ones we live will work just fine

So pick up the pieces
Start again, start over Tuesday morning
Conscience clean, alone

I hope you figure out
What it is you want