Big Chomper, Big Chomper - Dr. Manhattan

What’s the point of converse if it’s not engaging and long?

What’s the point of learning if you knew it all along?

What’s the point of singing if you can’t sing along?

What’s the point of tasting if I don’t taste you tongue?

The chemicals don’t make me

I’ll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene

In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems

The effortlessness making the solemn seem serene

This is not me getting into the getaway car

This is just me staring from the middle of the yard

This is not me saying that I’d not do it again

This is maybe one day…

This is there I go again

These two emotions won’t hid

Words left on her tongue tonight

Hypocrisy can’t subside

One trained thought fled just despite

Towns filled with skeptic still light

Disease and care left from sight

Just one more left makes this right