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