Punk rock conservative
Anarchist, living alone
In a house full of people
Walls around are caving in on me

Like dissecting bugs
Watch too much TV
But won’t do drugs
I’ll listen to any kind of music
As long as it’s not on the radio
They never play anything good at all
It’s just static
Radiating from an unreal world

I go crazy shopping for groceries
I knew I loved you
The first time I drove you home
Why don’t you
Cut your heart out of me
Oh cut your heart out of me

It’s big enough, I don’t need it all

I hate sex but I would like to try
To make love to you and be your
Main man
I want to hold your, hey I’m not so bad
I would never raise my voice in anger
I’m not that strong

In the here and now I can breathe
I really do laugh a lot
Making friends like biscuits
Everyone’s feelings are your oyster
I’ll give in just suck me down
Dress too well to not be noticed
But you could really give a fuck

I know you’re afraid of getting married
I don’t want to own you
I’m not that well off
I just want to know
Who the hell you are

Why are you, just like me?
Does it scare you when you dream about me?
And picture us growing old?

Size me up, I still feel 23
Honey, “don’t fuck it up”
Cut your heart out of me
Oh cut your heart out of me

It’s big enough, I don’t need it all

I admit, all good taste is a subjective art
But I’m waiting for the universe
To spin me on my nose

Every Tuesday night, I go to a little coffee house
By the school where you play
You look so cool, so sane, so unafraid of me
Can’t drink the coffee, I just like your songs
If I could only touch you, maybe you’d hold on

Cut your heart out of me
Oh cut your heart out of me

Cut your heart out of me
Oh cut your heart out of me