The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
But I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, Then again, Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side

I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up
You are a fingernail, running down the chalkboard
I thought I left in third grade
Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forever
Even though you're singing and thinking
How well you've got it made

What's so wrong with being happy?
Kudos to those who see through sickness
Over and over and over and over and...
She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning:
"Don't ever let life pass you by!"

Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go.
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know.

Please end this, please end this
Before this ends us, before this ends us
Ends us, ends us, ends...

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify.
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday

I'd like to close my eyes, go numb
but there's a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away.

A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion...
never-ending calamity.

If you let them make you, they'll make you Paper-Mache
If you let him fuck you there will be no foreplay.

Society must let the artist go,
to wander off into the nebula.

I met the day
Feeling cheaper than usual
I guess you could say that I'm on sale
So take what you can while you can
Shop now, intensive
I could snap at any moment
And I might feel more expensive

In my fantasy I'm a pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
We say more by saying nothing at all
You're my deep secret
I'm your pantomime
I'll just move my hands
I promise you'll see what I mean


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