Nothing/Smile

All this smiling through sighs

I'm dressed to the nines in my seat

And this suit's so tight that I can't breathe

Keep telling me to smile, I didn't know I wasn't

Stuck a toothpick in my lip and grimaced,

Ain't that funny?

If nothing's on your mind, think I could fit inside?

Inside

If nothing's on your mind, how could you think you're right?

That you're right

I've got you to thank for all of my sores

I just wanna watch the flowers decompose

But you've made them out of plastic, cuz of course

If you had me, would you like me more?

Or would you just watch me smile till my face is sore?

If nothing's on your mind, think I could fit inside?

Inside

If nothing's on your mind, how could you think you're right?

Yeah, you're right

Yeah?