why do i feel like the worst of the worst
unpolished, uninspired, everything's the worst
why do you talk to me
why do anything any of the time
and if this ain't good enough to make you see
that i deserve to be alive
i deserve to be alive

but not to have anything nice
i survive on rice
sit in a room for 30 odd years
and you would recreate a few of my tears

why am i the worst
why am i just seriously the worst
nothing good comes out of my mind
everything that once was good goes south

we get worse at each of our hobbies
(don't call it a hobby, it's what keeps me alive)
it's a living
i just don't get paid

because i fail to convince anyone else that it matters
so in that case it's hard to say if it matters
if a tree fell on me in the middle of the woods would it matter
and would it make a sound if i drowned in a sea of green

unpolished and uninspired
what has gone on has transpired, oh yea
each note takes place after a previous note
and the words i say use up oxygen

from my head to my brain
then it comes out again
can you see why i can't stop?
if i did i think i would just drop dead

nothing matters but this matters to me
if it didn't i would do something else
it might never be listened to again
it happened once; isn't that enough

for it to mean something

drowning
rarely makes much sound
when you turn around
somebody could drown

so you can't keep your head on a swivel
if you did you'd be dribbled down the court
cause your head popped off, now it's bouncing around
you couldn't keep track of every passing acquaintance and now

looks like there's a graveyard following you
in the wake of your senseless self destructive attitude
nothing matters but this matters to me
if i stopped i think i would stop to breathe

and take a moment to meditate and review
what i've done and said but i think instead
i'll sing this stupid song for you
for the rest of my life

i think it would be nice to never stop
i'm just spending some time with my quality wife
she lives in my head. that's just the truth
we're best friends, she means so much to me

and i really do appreciate everything she does for me and you
and you don't even have to know because she's just so nice and perfect
she doesn't do it for the recognition or the money
we never make any money

we don't really like having money
we just don't want to not have anything nice
and many nice things cost money

if i sing this song for long enough
i think i'll forget the things that i was so worried about
it's been 4 years since that album we wrote
and the new one came out yesterday

and we're so nervous about what you might say
that instead of reading it
right here i sit
singing this song for the rest of my life

because it's less anxiety inducing to just enjoy my own company
guaranteed to be here in the next hour
is me
that's how it's always been and how it'll always go

because there's nothing getting away from me this time
i'm keeping a handle on what's me and mine
and nothing else is really mine

the room i sit in is borrowed
the chair isn't mine
the computer will melt someday
i stole it from a man

and i don't really care about it but i won't be able to get a new one so i guess once everything has decayed and i have nothing to replace it with i'll just sit and sing this endlessly because it's better than doing nothing or doing something that i don't want to do

worldwide telecom, no longer buffering
pick up the phone; hello, it's human suffering, oh no
overwhelmed by what to do i close my eyes
and all i can think about is you