Agent 6

If you counted every brick in Encino, California
You’d still come up short compared to the number of fucks I give
I give, and I give, and you take me for granite
I’m just a statuette lost in your garden
No better than matchbox cars
But at least I can sleep without a signed and framed headshot of Kevin Costner
watching over me above my bed
At least I didn’t blame my class A drugs on my kid sister’s friends
Now she’ll never see senior prom
Now she’ll never get to fuck Ted
It was gonna be perfect and you ruined it
You’re just like your mother
Except I think she cares what people think