You came you went. My mind it got a dent. I couldn't 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 it's real and it's fake. And it's flamin' like a steak. And she's 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 couldn't catch a ride. But the subway trains speak to me now. I'm browsing through the supermarket town. And the girls don't talk when I'm around. And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong. Chokin' on a breathmint. That's cool. Yeah that's cool