Lightspeed Champion

She was born on a Monday Night
In my head, for my eyes
In a theorem of Pythagoras
Oh, oh, oh
Fall asleep on the train
Mr J, he rots your brains
You're not fun lest you pick up the pace
Oh, oh, oh
Another cold night down on the mare
Kissin boys and pretending to care
Oh it's the faculty of tears
It's the faculty of tears
And if your heart's screaming, "take me home!
Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone
Oh it's the faculty of tears