Catch myself thinking of it again
I want to lie, kiss a neck
But I'm so sorry, I regret
I just got too much shit to do
Chick flicks told me my purpose in life
To party, fuck and then become a wife
Capitalism gave me a lobotomy
Can't fall in love in this economy
Catch myself wanting more again
It starts to creep in after five or six gins
I'd open my calendar and pencil it in
But I'm already booked up, I'm stretched too thin
I've got a gaping hole you see
Fulfill me with your bills and fees
Capitalism gave me a lobotomy
Can't fall in love in this economy
You say let's go out on Friday night
But band practice is on Friday night!
I can't deny that I feel a desire
But music's setting my heart on fire
In this economy?
In this economy?
In this economy?
(maybe)