There's a hole in the back of my head
Where you put the magnifying glass up to it
Burn through my cranium
It's okay, I won't like what's in there in a month
There's a hole in the back of my head
Everything you say drips right back out through it
When I'm old, I hope it finally heals shut
So I can remember who I am for more than a month, a month
I'm driving west into the sunset
The glare is burning my eyes
The lazy, hazy 7:30 summer sun
Is falling from the sky