I know you're listening, I know you're there
I'll cut the dick act, pull up a chair
We get listless and worn with age
I can see it now, there's a crack in the paint
There's no shame in shutting down
We could say more and thing aloud
It wasn't you; it didn't break
But we could use a lick of paint
Remember Idaho, with nothing to do?
It can get like that, sometimes it should
There's medications that we can take
But they kill our judgement and strip the paint
There is time, so take some rest
Don't worry too much, it can be repaired
It could be me, who's to blame?
I think I need a lick of paint
