Town Plot Prowler lyrics

"it's just not working anymore", I thought to myself
As I stared at the computer screen
Not quite soft but too hard to be ignored
What a perfect metaphor for my pathetic existence
It wasn't always like this
First it was with the club under dads bed
Then a Victoria's secret catalog
When I grew a little older, grew a little wiser
Then it was one girl one man
Then one girl two men
Next a girl with aliens, then a dog
Then a horse
Now I stare limp
I stare limp

I'm a sick f*ck