Crystal clear ignoration is killing me Stuff it full of colored candy bars They ought to make these pointy things more parent-proof I'm forgetting who my skin cells really are Take me to the spring Full of screens showing filthy things You can see my baby pictures on the wall and they can sing I'm not alive I want to be the one you like I haven't seen you since before the happy days I guess you saw me switch on the TV Have a glass of sweat that's more familiar I wrang every drop out of the sheets You forgot your weird But I brought my queer The people in the home say they're the same Never let it go Unless somebody knows That what you're always holding is a blade They should've sang I'm not alive I want to be the one you like What's the deal when all you feel is stolen How could I believe your eyes are golden And where's the steel that left our bodies broken Is it there In your hair Like a token I'm not alive I want to be the one you like