There were some months in 2000

You thought about what I could be

As I grew inside your stomach

And I stretched out your spleen

You said you would be better

But didn't know what that could be

Do you think I'll still be this lonely when I turn 33?

I got a lotta questions

But I don't know what they all mean

Same bullshit story

I just wanna be seen

I really wish that it was easier to see

What's ahead, not only ground that's just beneath

I'm embarrassed cause I'm dangling from my feet

Am I honest, is it all just a routine?

What does it mean?

Who am I supposed to be?

I feel just like your trophy

I'm just a trophy

Oh yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah