Alexandria drives a school bus
As she stares back at empty seats
Reminds her she will never have kids
She adopted a sickness when she was young
And neglected her health for so long
She'll never drive children of her own
This acne on my face keeps me modest
Plus I'd kill to grow just two more inches
I'm last in this line where I stay
Standing here hands out five drinks a day
Just to be social to hold down my head
High enough to pray
Up to a sky that's holding me down
She plants all her seeds into concrete
And she watches all the little roses grow
With scratches nothing can be as perfect
As her
She fed all her friends to get really fat
So no one would notice them
All eyes must be glued on the royal Alexandria
Sexless with my friends keeps me all on earth
To how jealous and sorry I really am
I'm last in this line where I stay
Standing here hands out five drinks a day
Just to be social to hold down my head
High enough to pray
Up to a sky that's holding me down
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Hey, all you screamo, what's the deal when any talent that you lack
Is covered up by the fact that you can scream out really loud
And say things that were said before
Every lyric that you sing, it sounds the same
I stay honest just enough to hate
I'll have five drinks a day
And just to be social, hold up my head
High enough to pray
Up to a sky that's holding me down
As my pod joins the day
And just to be social, hold up my head
I'm high enough to pray
Up to a sky that's holding me down
I find myself in the worst of slums
I could use some slack if you could cut me some
Oh, I'll go first, oh no
Well, I insisted
It's okay

So I'm sure it's filled with oranges
And I'll drink myself to life