Doing the Dumb Thing

Here you go again

Loving somebody you should not be loving

Here you go again

Fucking around and doing the dumb thing

But it's like you ain't actually there in the bed

Cuz you're writing it all down inside your head

As the rhythm begets a rhythm and a melody

And the writing of the song begets the ecstasy

And it's an out of body experience

It's like you're watching what you're doing from a distance

And the distance should make you aware

But you don't care

That you're doing wrong

And it is happening right in front of you

And you're huffing and you're puffing as you're pumping

But you're looking at it from the other side of the room

With the distance of an artist, doing the dumb thing

And your heart is racing, you're out of breath

As the double-backed beast dies a little death

But the death begets a life in your new creation

So you're actually getting off on your little art installation

And it's an out of body experience

It's like you're watching what you're doing from a distance

You'd think an artist would be more self-aware

But you only care

About the song

I guess the album really needed one more slow song

One more honest recounting of your pain

One more confessional to grow on

So here you go again

Getting all solemn

Aware yet unaware

That you're the problem

Cha cha cha

Yeah, here you go again

Loving somebody you should not be loving

Here you go again

Reveling in doing the dumb thing

You are reveling in the stuff of doing the dumb thing

You can't get enough of doing the dumb thing

You are writing a song while doing the dumb thing

You are getting it all wrong while doing the dumb thing

You are numb to the pain and doing the dumb thing

You are humping out your brains, and doing the dumb thing

You're fucking around again