listen to me pissin' away descriptions of missin' you
and listlessly wishin that I was kissin' you, this is true,
my mission's to distribute these residual missives I'm scriptin',
pitchin a fit that "bitches" be typically spittin'

lickin' the spoon like I’m the only cook in the kitchen
kickin' with you’s the only gift on my wishlist, I insist
if I persist I’ll nick a missus that fits my vision of living
is this the end or beginning, am I losing or winning, I'm spinning

out of control, I don’t understand the hold
that you have on my soul, bowling for dollars, decadent squalor
victoria, euphoria’s eluding me actively 
I just sit back passively, while she laughs at me

fractions devour the whole, and I 
end up in the negative zone, and I
smoke a bowl all alone, always ignoring my phone
stoner loner but CuDi don’t even smoke anymore

mary wanna quit waitressin', mary wanna vacation
and mary wanna vocation that don’t involve drunken patrons
but mary’s losin her patience and mary’s tearin her hair out 
and mary’s scarin her parents who share their prayers with the parish, wow