Alexandria drives a school busAs she stares back at empty seatsReminds her she will never have kidsShe adopted a sickness when she was youngAnd neglected her health for so longShe'll never drive children of her ownThis acne on my face keeps me modestPlus I'd kill to grow just two more inchesI'm last in this line where I stayStanding here hands out five drinks a dayJust to be social to hold down my headHigh enough to prayUp to a sky that's holding me downShe plants all her seeds into concreteAnd she watches all the little roses growWith scratches nothing can be as perfectAs herShe fed all her friends to get really fatSo no one would notice themAll eyes must be glued on the royal AlexandriaSexless with my friends keeps me all on earthTo how jealous and sorry I really amI'm last in this line where I stayStanding here hands out five drinks a dayJust to be social to hold down my headHigh enough to prayUp to a sky that's holding me downMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicHey, all you screamo, what's the deal when any talent that you lackIs covered up by the fact that you can scream out really loudAnd say things that were said beforeEvery lyric that you sing, it sounds the sameI stay honest just enough to hateI'll have five drinks a dayAnd just to be social, hold up my headHigh enough to prayUp to a sky that's holding me downAs my pod joins the dayAnd just to be social, hold up my headI'm high enough to prayUp to a sky that's holding me downI find myself in the worst of slumsI could use some slack if you could cut me someOh, I'll go first, oh noWell, I insistedIt's okaySo I'm sure it's filled with orangesAnd I'll drink myself to life