Dispassionate

I see you, these things they come and go again
I frequently lose all my little thoughts
Lose all my little thoughts
It’s Monday, buy gum and cigarettes again
I help to pay, I’ll be inside this week
I’ll be inside this week
And it’s all dispassionate
You’re so dispassionate
Tell me one more time, dispassionate
You’re so dispassionate
Tell me one more time
It’s guesswork, I guess I’m right again
Don’t need these things, these things they fall apart
These things they fall apart
I’ll cast her in stone and alabaster
Keep her in a jar with little breathing holes
With little breathing holes
That’s all dispassionate
You’re so dispassionate
Tell me one more time, dispassionate
You’re so dispassionate
Tell me one more time, dispassionate
You’re so dispassionate
Tell me one more time