It came so slow you don't remember
 When you got so fat
 Up above the bathroom mirror the light'll
 Make you weak but
 It's that pacifying lie that grows now
 Every week

 And still you hate it, it's overrated

 I'll never forget things like, "Who did what?"
 Cover old ground and drag
 What's useless up
 I won't feel guilty about being late again
 There's no one to answer to and
 No one to hate