The sounds of the city Boy, they're so pretty They honk and go 'Round 'round 'round You should hear Tokyo I've seen every doctor I'm locked in a locker Sitting here with a Game Boy color, playing Pokemon Red I need consolation For my reservations At you You're a snake on an apple Waiting to grapple Waiting to bite my hands In my dreams I walk through the curtains Broken with burdens Caught myself thinking About you every night For the last week I've seen every person Do all the worst things Do all the worst things You could do