Goatmeal

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 its great when you find a mate

But your mate might leave you deceive you

Now suddenly your 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