Letra de Midlife Crisis - Disturbed

Go on and wring my neck, like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline, for my pet genius
My head is like lettuce; go on, dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving, I'm thirty-something

Sense of security, like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity, down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart,
It ain't bleedin' enough for two

It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis...

What an inheritance: The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention, bending my pinky back
A little discipline, a donor by habit
A little discipline, rent an opinion

Sense of security, holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist, and perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you (you're only you)
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Your menstruating heart,
It ain't bleeding enough for two

(Midlife Crisis)

It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis...

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart,
It ain't bleeding enough for two

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me, you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

(Sense of security, like pockets jingling...)
(Suck ingenuity, down through the family tree...)

Go on and Wring My Neck...

Go on and Wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
Go on and wring my neck