Drowning with the poor man, relax system, I love you still I'd try to come back if I could Vacant on the weekends, any ex-boyfriends A little tired of being a lot misunderstood
And I've paid bills, won't pay any more …Isn't this an ordinary soul? Styrofoam
I don't ever feel warm, like grass stains, and I'm stone cold Whatever's left, I'm too tied up to come undone
Write it down on pamphlets; perfect we're just perfect Whatever's left, it's not so easy when you're dumb Some of them good and some of them bad …I always ease along because I'm alone… Styrofoam
