Sad Professor

[Verse 1] If we're talking about love Then I have to tell you Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed I've gotten lost before I've woke up stone drunk Face down in the floor [Chorus] Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk [Verse 2] This may be a lit invention Professors muddled in their intent To try to rope in followers To float their malcontent As for this reader I'm already spent [Chorus] Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up [Verse 3] Dear readers, my apologies I'm drifting in and out of sleep Long silence presents the tragedies Of love. Note the age. Get afraid The surface hazy with attendant thoughts A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks [Chorus] Late afternoon, the house is hot I started, I jumped up Everyone hates a bore Everybody hates a drunk Everyone hates a sad professor I hate where I wound up I hate where I wound up