Ode to Divorce

The food that I'm eating is suddenly tasteless

I know I'm alone now, I know what it tastes like

So break me to small parts, let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

Like you might make a dollar

I'm inside your mouth now

Behind your tonsils, peeking over your molars

You're talkin' to her now

You've eaten something minty and you're making that face that I like

And you're goin' in, in for the kill, kill, for the killer kiss, kiss

For the kiss, kiss

I need your money, it'll help me, I need your car and I need your love

I need your money, it'll help me, I need your car and I need your love

So won't you help a brother out?

Won't you help a brother out?

Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

Just break me to small parts, let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

You might make a dollar

Dollar, you might make a dollar

So won't you help a brother out?

Won't you help a brother out?

Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

Just break me to small parts, let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

You might make a dollar, there might be some good ones

There might be some good ones, you might make a dollar

You might make a dollar, there might be some good ones

There might be some good ones