[Verse 1]
Hey, hey
Still staring little girl
Are you looking at or past me?
Worry
Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red

[Pre-Chorus]
No more rules
The ones we make don't last the night

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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
No more lies
The ones we live will work just fine
[Chorus]
So pick up the pieces
Start again, start over Tuesday morning
Conscience clean, alone

[Outro]
I hope you figure out
What it is you want