In the backyard I say a prayer for All the little creatures, they thought I was their mother Every day I make a wish on All my lucky numbers, I see sequences and patterns And with my diet coke, I take a heavy dose It gets me really close Like a baby smoking cigarettes Or a lash against the cornea You are abrasive and offensive I really gotta stop rewarding ya In the daytime I rationalize Or blame it on the season or blame it on my star sign In the nighttime, laying down I'm replaying every reason second guessing and repeating And with a heady stare, you say there's nothing there Ask why I talk to air Like a baby smoking cigarettes Or a lash against the cornea You are abrasive and offensive I really gotta stop rewarding ya