Oh, why, oh, why must it always come to this?
Befriending your ex-girlfriends and hating all of mine
Why can't I have the same chance at happiness?
Or the love we're all promised in time?
Oh, why, oh, why do I always have the urge
To trade Satan my 12-string guitar
For a magnum pistol from the 1970s
Or something else dangerous and bizarre?
It sounds like a deal to me
Or a missed opportunity
Oh, why, oh, why must she always fill my head
With admiration and hatred all at the same time?
Oh, why, oh, why am I invisible to her
And why does her name ring like chimes?
Oh, why, oh, why am I always doing things
That fuck up my body and destroy my mind?
If I'll never be the genius that my brother always was,
Then I feel like I'm wasting your time.