[Lyric] Annie Hall (Blame It On Whitman)

I did some dope and decided to write you a song
You passed out in my bed when I tried not to come on too strong
It's been about a month or two, but I am still thinking
It took two dabs, a lot of coke, a lot of drinking

I didn't write this for you
I wrote this for me
In a desperate attempt to depart from my misery
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
All I know is I'm kinda happy to be feeling this way

I am neurotic and psychotic and a narcissist
I need a raise so I can move into an apartment
Is it bad that I like how you smoke your cigarettes?
Is it bad that I just want to forget?

I didn't write this for you
I wrote this for me
In a desperate attempt to depart from my misery
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
All I know is I'm kinda happy to be feeling this way
Feel this way
Feel this way
Feel this way
You could help me out
Out of my shеll
I'll try not to let you down
But I'm sure I'll fail
But you could rest assurеd
That I got your back
And like a good dog
I'll come right back