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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