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