Square One

Does anybody here have a soul?
Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold
Everywhere I look is nip and tuck
And every song they play in here is vapid as fuck

Well I don't give a shit about the weekend
I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinkin'
Don't know what to make of all of it
The same people claiming it gets better treat everyone like shit, and

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off
But where the hell do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love
When some something came undone
Sticking me back at square one

Pigs and asses used to lived on farms
Friendly skies weren't always overrun by airborne infants in arms
Life's a beach, and should you swim astray
You'll fade to grey some castaway, there's no lifeguard service today

Falling for the foolish can be tough
But everything is possible when you hate yourself enough
Not my proudest moment, but the one I've got
It's a little painful being so much less cool than you by a lot, and

I just met you yesterday, and I'm already imagining the break-up
A little lovemakin' and a second latte is enough to keep me charging towards the shakeup
You're fucking out of my league, when will I learn it?
Could sell the devil my soul, and he'd return it