Don't I, don't I, don't I

Being alone
It can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau
Underneath the atlantic
A fantastic voyage
To parts unknown
Going to depths were the suns never shown
And I fasinate myself
When I'm alone

So I go a little overboard
But hang onto the hull
While I'm airbrushing fantasy art on my life
That's really kinda dull
Oh, I'm in a lull

I'm all for moderation
But somtimes it seems
Moderation itself can be kind of extreme
So I join the congregation
Join the softball team
I went in for my conformation
Where incense looks like steam
I start conjugating proverbs
Where there once were nouns
This whole damn rhyme scheme's
Starting to get me down...

Oh, I'm in a lull
I'm in a lull

I'm rambling on rather self consciously
While I'm stirring these condements into my tea
And I'm so lame
I bet I think this song is about me
Don't I, don't I, don't I,

I'm in a lull