in my head.

today I sat and smoked myself to cancer

thinking about the dancer at the bar

well, how was I to know that a crush could just implode

til it became a grudge eclipsing every star

and yes, I know my addictions run the gamut

the drugs, the smokes, the booze, the 24

but you can't make the turkey colder or skew me less bipolar

let me list the things about you I abhor

horrible, you're so easy, talk sleazy

you led me off the plank and left me queasy

and that is why you can't rock my world

you swore that you were taken when I met you

but yes, you did undress me from afar
a gentle concubine, you skip amongst the mines
just a product of the endless, empty grind

you lack the curves that prove a proper lady
a slender slave with sluttish, sleepy eyes
though once I was emoting and Bono-lyric quoting
I have found another, be my guest and die

starry eyes, she's warm-glancing, entrancing
and now I'm through with all your sick, sad ranting
and that is why you can't rock my world

I've lost you and now I glide through the silky sky

it's so blue and you're just old news that is why

so screwed, cadaver gone blue, this has died

your machine has grown gangrene

and now I see right through your lies

with ripe wonder, I plunder the village

now that I know I've become her

and that is why you can't rock my

that is why, that is why you'll never ever

in a goddamn millennium

be my girl

I watch frozen stars on the way home

I watch frozen stars on the way back home

I watch frozen stars on the way home

I watch frozen stars burn out on the way back home.

--"that is why" by say anything