Given a gift I did not want
A thing of beauty I despise
I lay myself down
And hope for a surprise
Old candy in my pocket
Broken glass under my lids
Bottles in the pantry
That aren't for little kids
The clock won't stop ticking
Somebody's knocking at the door
The fan blades keep spinning
My feet are sticking to the floor
Your snow forts collapsing
My leaves crumble to dust
The trees are spilling over
The sun turns my skin to rust
So many drugs in the bathroom
Concealed by a static haze
I cannot stop crying
Over broken yesterdays
Toss me in the dirt
So that I may be with my own kind
My train is leaving now
But I'm so damn far behind
A thing of beauty I despise
I lay myself down
And hope for a surprise
Old candy in my pocket
Broken glass under my lids
Bottles in the pantry
That aren't for little kids
The clock won't stop ticking
Somebody's knocking at the door
The fan blades keep spinning
My feet are sticking to the floor
Your snow forts collapsing
My leaves crumble to dust
The trees are spilling over
The sun turns my skin to rust
So many drugs in the bathroom
Concealed by a static haze
I cannot stop crying
Over broken yesterdays
Toss me in the dirt
So that I may be with my own kind
My train is leaving now
But I'm so damn far behind
