Marbles - Single Mothers

I’m losin' all my marbles

Someone put a hole in this old bag

So if I start stumbling don’t be startled

I’m just trying to get back some of my things

A familiar disorientation

Unfamiliar faces keep on buying all my drinks

Try to talk about Mann and Miller

Well, your bookshelf doesn’t impress me

I don’t care about your first editions

I don’t care about your type writer ribbon

I don’t care about your punctuation

Puncture wounds you’ve been trying to inflict me with

Cause I’m a hypocrite, and I’m okay with it

And I’m so self-aware, that it’s crippling

At least I don’t pretend

My whole life’s held together by bookends!

She’s all like blah, blah, blah, blah

Something about McSweeney’s

Something about her thesis

Something about its meaning

Something about whatever

Something like why do you gotta be so mean

I don’t care about your first editions

I don’t care about your type writer ribbon

I don’t care about your punctuation

Puncture wounds you’ve been trying to inflict me with

Cause I’m a hypocrite, and I’m okay with it

And I’m so self-aware, that it’s crippling

At least I don’t pretend

My whole life’s held together by bookends!

She’s got passion and penmanship

A BA in the soft sciences

And I’m just a dropout without a clue

At least I’m not incubated!