Plastic ornament, they adorn your neck, like they shouldnAnd that drink we had on a summer's day, felt so, it felt so goodnnSo cheers to the wreckage that we makenAs of late, my smile is wearing outnWe sing cheers to the helpless mess we gavenThat we used to allude our eyes from thisnnBut they're staring back at younnDoes anyone feel unusual?nLike something is not right at all herenLately, I'm just tired of waking upnTo the sunlight, it hurts my eyesnCause I'm far, far away from those tearsnAnd I'm far, far away from those tearsnnPrecious ornaments hang around your neck, deface you, my dearnAnd the drink we had on a burning day, felt so, felt so goodnnSo cheers to the wreckage that we makenAs of late, my smile is wearing outnWe sing cheers to the helpless mess we gavenThat we used to allude our eyes from this