Marbles

I'm losin' all my marbles Someone put a hole in this old bag So if I start stumbling don't be startled I'm just trying to get back some of my things A familiar disorientation Unfamiliar faces keep on buying all my drinks Try to talk about Mann and Miller Well, your bookshelf doesn't impress me I don't care about your first editions I don't care about your type writer ribbon I don't care about your punctuation Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with Cause I'm a hypocrite, and I'm okay with it And I'm so self-aware, that it's crippling At least I don't pretend My whole life's held together by bookends! She's all like blah, blah, blah, blah Something about McSweeney's Something about her thesis Something about its meaning Something about whatever Something like why do you gotta be so mean I don't care about your first editions I don't care about your type writer ribbon I don't care about your punctuation Puncture wounds you've been trying to inflict me with Cause I'm a hypocrite, and I'm okay with it And I'm so self-aware, that it's crippling At least I don't pretend My whole life's held together by bookends! She's got passion and penmanship A BA in the soft sciences And I'm just a dropout without a clue At least I'm not incubated!