Working my way to the bottom of a barrel.   Married that man and borrowed the blues.   Everything is old, everything is new,   Everything is borrowed, and everything gets blue.   It's the kind of secret an uncle only shares with his niece.   Only now there's no sleep, just fucking lay in the bed   Between blankets and sheets.   And yo, it has to be better than sleeping alone.   It's better to be homely than live without a home.   "Common sense is the collection of prejudices   Acquired by age eighteen."   Who gives a fuck?   So fucking what if I didn't say it first,   It takes smarts to rip off genius,   And I've got enough brains to get us out of this mess.   You don't have to be Einstein to look into a mirror.   Hickeys can be covered and the bruising disappears.   It's the kind of thing you say when you want people to hear.   It's from the bottom of my heart   Because the top just isn't sincere.