What's the Trick?

What's the trick? In making my love stick What's the trick? Two gentlemen of elegant appearance In a state of bustitude I give them coffee-colored crystals That should change their attitude I'm using appropriate compression for My inappropriate confessions for Someone I guess who might need it more I don't even know what I am doing it for This is my first My worst, my past And my last Imperfect effort One hundred insults Left on my windshield in the morning Release my beast 'Cause the rain never came and washed them away If I die tomorrow What did I do today? You want fresh air? You won't find it this way Check your left, check your right Check your rearview mirror Check it every night Stomping on a box that I thought was empty But there was something sharp inside Something sharp inside Sharp inside Quit bolting your food Don't be rude Plus one and minus one equals zero That's a defeatist attitude I'm sick of this Dead to the world but Not to you but I'm dead to the world but Not to you What's the trick? To making my love stick What's the trick? Ah! What's the trick? What's the trick? In making my love stick What's the trick?