I must thank you for so much lavish attention
For beating me so senseless with affection
So all this time I've been screaming for nothing
Well, you showed me a picture of that, still I don't believe it
It's fucked that I can't deal
Though I know it's my own pill
I say these things, but I can't say them really
What's this thing you got from the bottom of the can?
With all the plastic bags, bottles, and magazines
It's blueish and blurry at the edges, it twists something inside of me
When you pushed that button, the camera took a piece of me
It's fucked that I can't deal
Though I know it's my own pill
I say these things, but I can't say them really
I wheeze and cough, try to sing
Wheeze and cough, attempt to sing
I say these things, but I can't say them to you