The Ending of Dramamine

The drunk's face breaks into sweat As his friend falls under the wheels But the headlights don't flinch and the engine doesn't stutter Oh, yeah Think about myself, I think about myself Care about myself, I care about myself I only care about myself And other fears too stupid to mention The ending of 'Dramamine' scared Degnan The way that you all see me That's who I am, but not who I need to be Moving my joke body through the cold November night Ha-ha Hate yourself, do you hate yourself? I don't hate myself, I tolerate myself I wish I was someone else But it seems too stupid to mention I know I'll be ripped in Heaven I was young, I was thin I had money, and I loved you But then came the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah I need a name for what I'm feeling Then, I can start to work on a meaning Speaking of the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (oh, yeah) In a crowded room, you will Hear your own opinion voiced You can sit back without a word, watch it spread or fall silent Oh, yeah If it's too late to speak, I could get out of bed Find a pencil and write, leave it for you to find If the moment is gone To say I figured out what the problem was I'd been thinking about it earlier Hey, can you hear me now? Am I alone in my futile efforts? Sometimes I get so mad I can't do the few things I usually can Which is sad Occupying space, I know I take up space Will there be a space for my soul in space? That's Heaven to me 98083 Post Office Box 295 And now, I'm young, and I'm thin And I have money, and I love you But here comes the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon) Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head) I need a name for what I'm feeling (come again soon) Then, I can start to work on a meaning Speaking of the shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon) Shabba-de-bop-bop-be-shibby-day-oh-yeah (thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon) And in the sky, there is a place where it's warm, and you're there And I've got the power now Yeah, I know what to do to make you feel something besides pain 'Cause it's the love that we've come to expect, to deserve And then we fuck, and it's nice, it's not a complicated mess And my back doesn't hurt And your head doesn't tell you to kill yourself So we smile and embrace until we don't know who we are I can't hear a thing now I guess I belong to me now But when night fell on Montana, I found a rest stop completely deserted But I still felt the eyes upon me, so I drove away