Inside the Bell Jar Car Seat Headrest

(This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house!
The fucking coffee house!)

My phone did not ring
My name was not on the list
I was not invited
I did not make the list
My life did not come up
My doorbell made no sound
There were no taps on my shoulder
I did not not not not look around

I spent no money, yenom on tneps I
I drove no where, erehw on evord I
I saw nobody, ydobon was I
I did not care, erac ton did I

I was not burning the midnight oil
I had no one with which to grin ear to ear
I turned on the gas
And rested my head upon the racks of the oven

This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house
The fucking coffee house!