What about the children that I made up in my headnWhat about the letters that you wrote but didn't sendnIf this was casual day, how come I never got the memonAnd what about your favorite friendnnNow he's stupidnHe's stupid for younHe is stupidnHe's stupid for younnI should've fired 'em after I hanged 'emnBut I stayed to kiss the rim of the glass that you drank fromnI stayed but nothing happened; I saw it through the endnOf your once and future favorite friendnnNow known as stupidn'Cause he's stupid for younHe is stupidnHe's stupid for younHe is stupidnHe's stupid for younnHe is sleeping andnShe is dreaming andnShe is breathingnLiesnLiesnnWhat about the children, they had names and they had facesnIt was casual day but I failed to spot that trendnBecause I stayed to kiss the rim of the glass that you drank fromnAnd see about your favorite friendnnThey call him stupidn'Cause he's stupid for younHe is stupidnHe's stupid for younHe is stupidnHe's stupid for younnAnd what about, what about mennI am stupidnI'm stupid for younI'm stupid for younI'm stupid for you