Rem - Sad Professor lyrics

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.

Late afternoon, the house is hot.

I started, I jumped up.

Everyone hates a bore.

Everybody hates a drunk.

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.

Late afternoon, the house is hot.

I started, I jumped up.

Everyone hates a sad professor.

I hate where I wound up.

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.

Late afternoon, the house is hot.

I started, I jumped up.

Everone hates a bore.

Everybody hates a drunk.

Everyone hates a sad professor.

I hate where I wound up.

I hate where I wound up.