You Call Yourself My Neighbor

My dear, I’m afraid you’re insane
Your state, it troubles my brain.
I hear all the noise
My ears it destroys
My God, you’re a big fucking pain.

My dear, I’m afraid you’re not sane.
Quite frankly, I’d rather be slain.
Than hear the things that you do,
I swear, it sounds like a zoo.
(Not to mention you’re so Goddamn vain.)

My dear, I’m afraid to remain.
Like water that circles the drain.
When did you decide
To bury your pride?
Your motive I just can’t explain.