It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always brokenSo it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.nI miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.nnAm I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?nI know that I'm getting bored.nReal bored with myself.nnIt was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's first snow.nNow it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the cold.nThe bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.nIt's Wham! now. I wanna go go.nnLet's live like elephantsnStomping on sychophantsnPaws in a polygraphnNot favor lonelinessnOver companionshipnLet's not be jealous.nLet's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.nn'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.nI'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.n'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.nI didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.nnBut it never seems to get warmer.nNo matter how far south you go.nIt'll get too hot in the summernAnd the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.nAnd you'll feel self-conscious and awkwardnAnd the feeling stays with you all daynUntil you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.