Working my way to the bottom of a barrel.nMarried that man and borrowed the blues.nEverything is old, everything is new,nEverything is borrowed, and everything gets blue.nIt's the kind of secret an uncle only shares with his niece.nOnly now there's no sleep, just fucking lay in the bednBetween blankets and sheets.nAnd yo, it has to be better than sleeping alone.nIt's better to be homely than live without a home.nCommon sense is the collection of prejudicesnAcquired by age eighteen.nWho gives a fuck?nSo fucking what if I didn't say it first,nIt takes smarts to rip off genius,nAnd I've got enough brains to get us out of this mess.nYou don't have to be Einstein to look into a mirror.nHickeys can be covered and the bruising disappears.nIt's the kind of thing you say when you want people to hear.nIt's from the bottom of my heartnBecause the top just isn't sincere.