I Was A Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations
That I was trying to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, "What’s that like?"
A hundred thousand million
(But I hear) thats what you like
So I was thinkin’….

So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn’t waiting
It’s just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin’ inside
The butchers got a fork in your face
But I’m standing alive
And I was singin’…

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