Are you frightened by the weight you possess 

Or is this lie just weightlessness 

Smoggy twilight in L.A. 

I can't think of one real thing to say 

And Robbie Williams is walking in the canyons 

Forgets that we were friends 

I guess it all depends on your mood 

Why can't these meds be any damn good 



And she said, 

Why can't you be like my water pick shower massager 

A sweet reliable machine 

And to tell the truth 

I don't feel less alone 

My water massager's 

The purest love I've ever known 

Why can't you be, like when I was thirteen 



He said 

Why can't you be 

Like an art house foreign movie 

Frank and sexy red balloons and ennui 

And aloof to me and 

Why can't you be, a little more of a mystery 



Why can't you be 

The part of me that's missing 

Instead of leaving me for some other 

Say we're perfect for each other 

And we won't spend this life 

Alone 



She said, 

Why can't you be 

Like and out sourced government contract 

And I'm a fat cat getting away with anything 

Kicking some secret special powers 

Illumination rounds in showers 



'Cause your tearing our hair out 

When we could have a bed of flowers 



Why can't you be 

Like the chicks out on the road 

Some girls are happy just to see me 



Cause you got moxie and a broken nose 

You take em away from this prose 

Sometimes a blowjob's not enough 

Why can't you play 

A little less rough 

Chorus 



Can we, just leave it be 

We could live our lives 

Separately 

Could you forget 

What happens to you and me 

When we're dead 

And we'll be dead 

We'll have eternity 

And I will spend it all 

Missing you and me 

So while I'm alive 

I will always be 

Seeking you out, wondering about 

How'd we go so far down 

And what's do wrong with you and me 



Why can't you be, someone looking a little deeper into me 

Like J.D. Sallenger, 



Why do I challenge her 

In all the surface ways that you displease 

Why can't you be a little more at ease 



Why can't you be, like a hand rolled cigarette 

I'm not joking 

This masochistic, self-pity of smoking 

And this silly ditty that keeps provoking you 

To leave me 



Why can't you be like a candle I can snuff 

You're still a diamond in the rough 

And I swear to god I've had enough 

How can I 

Call your bluff