Standing in the pouring rain
All my friends are cellophane
Feeding off the bottom floor
Because no one likes the taste at all
I wouldn't come back for me
You know
You know I wouldn't come back for me
If I were you
Analyze till I'm alone
And nothing can be done
Feeding off the bathroom floor
Because no one likes the taste at all
I wouldn't come back for me
If I were you
All my friends are cellophane
