Sad Professor Lyrics

If we're talking about love Then I have to tell you Dear readers I'm not sure where I'm headed I've gotten lost before I've woke up stone drunk Face down in the floor
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk
This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent As for this reader I'm already spent
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up
Dear readers, my apologies I'm drifting in and out of sleep Long silence presents the tragedies of Love, note the age, get afraid The surface hazy with attendant thoughts A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up I hate where I wound up