Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest
She's finding parts of my face
Funny-looking and anxious

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
Falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I, on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I've figured out a way to make amends

"Could you cut open all of my chest?
I'm already too restless
Of course I'm feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it"

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
Falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I, on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I've figured out a way to make amends

My, my, my
We're pretenders
We're beaming, we're the signs of our time
My, my
Oh, whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I, on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I've figured out a way to make amends