Drowning with the poor man,
relax system, I love you still.
I'd try to come back if I could.
Vacant on the weekends,
any ex-boyfriends,
A little tired of being a lot misunderstood.

And I've paid bills, won't pay any more.
Isn't this an ordinary soul?
Styrofoam

I don't ever feel warm,
like grass stains,
and I'm stone cold,
Whatever's left,
I'm too tied up to come undone.

Write it down on pamphlets;
perfect we're just perfect,
Whatever's left,
it's not so easy when you're dumb.
Some of them good and some of them bad
I always ease along because I'm alone
Styrofoam