my nervous
breakdance
i had one
in my youth
a bad patch i was goin' through
and you alright?
yes i am okay
i tell myself
that i am over you
move out of las vegas
where the metal detective
is still searching for clues
to the one thing
i can depend apon
which is
that it'll be over in a week or two, ow
i don't wanna hang around with you
that is the last thing that i ever wanna do
this pattern
repeats itself
at 4
or 5:45
in the morning
and it seems that my eyes are blue
of funky funky music too, yeah
and it'll be over in a week or two, ow
i don't wanna hang around with you
that is the last thing that i ever wanna do
and when i tell myself
that i am over you
i can not help but notice
i'm paying attention to
all of the starsign information
the tide times and racing tips
and anything to help my situation
and make some sense of this
maybe a million years from now
you could think back on me
and say 'well maybe i should have'
and i tell you now
baby you could have
but that was a million years ago
when i use to say
it'll be over in a week or two
and i do not
wanna hang out with you
that is the last thing that i ever wanna do
oh no no no no...