Goatmeal

(Do you ever fantasize about being killed?)

Life is a parade, Masquerade
A charade hiding in the shade
Waiting to get paid or to get laid
Whichever one comes first
And the thirst is unquenchable
I got on the road, I was told I'd get old
If I didn't take a break from the city of staying up late
(Up late)

But it's great when you find a mate

But your mate might leave you, deceive you
Now suddenly you're evil
This isn't the real you
Or is it
Cuz I could never see you
Behind the cold glass
No more answers raised your hand
In the back of the class
But the drawings on the desk
Came up to my chest in the stress
From the throbbing happening under my dress

And I think I fell in love
Or I just fell down, look around
Suddenly, all the grass is brown
I don't make a sound
But I'm trying to be happy
Looking for a clown

With my hand in a bag of Mickey Ds
Lick the salt from the greasy plastic spoon
And the moon used to be made of cheese
In the land of make believe
Where I didn't walk around with a blade in my sleeve
But even then I play pretend
That all the boys making noise
Wouldn't make me cry and I'd want to die
And even now somehow

I still get so queasy, from how it'd be so easy
Or was it, but fuck it
Cuz nice and sleazy does it
I love it
I can't get enough of it
How was it
Delicious
But now he sleeps with fishes
I'm vicious
Make every wrong decision
I'm back at the beginning
I'm winning, I'm lying
I'm just tired of trying

I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying
I'm just tired of trying