You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldnt make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well its real and its fake
And its flamin like a steak
And shes puttin out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldnt catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
Im browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls dont talk when Im around
And Im feelin bad even though nothings wrong
Chokin on a breathmint
Thats cool
Yeah, thats cool