Goatmeal

(Do you ever fantasize about being killed?) Life is a parade, Masquerade A charade hiding in the shade Waiting to get paid or to get laid Whichever one comes first And the thirst is unquenchable I got on the road, I was told I'd get old If I didn't take a break from the city of staying up late (Up late) But it's great when you find a mate But your mate might leave you, deceive you Now suddenly you're evil This isn't the real you Or is it Cuz I could never see you Behind the cold glass No more answers raised your hand In the back of the class But the drawings on the desk Came up to my chest in the stress From the throbbing happening under my dress And I think I fell in love Or I just fell down, look around Suddenly, all the grass is brown I don't make a sound But I'm trying to be happy Looking for a clown With my hand in a bag of Mickey Ds Lick the salt from the greasy plastic spoon And the moon used to be made of cheese In the land of make believe Where I didn't walk around with a blade in my sleeve But even then I play pretend That all the boys making noise Wouldn't make me cry and I'd want to die And even now somehow I still get so queasy, from how it'd be so easy Or was it, but fuck it Cuz nice and sleazy does it I love it I can't get enough of it How was it Delicious But now he sleeps with fishes I'm vicious Make every wrong decision I'm back at the beginning I'm winning, I'm lying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying I'm just tired of trying