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, vodka 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 And it'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