Pill popping, you drink everything
You keep a goldfish in your sink
So this happens
No it doesn't
Yeah this happens
Well, it shouldn't
The smell of fry is in the air
And burning sugar in your hair
So this happens
No it doesn't
Yeah this happens
Well, it shouldn't
Race you to a heart attack
Rip off your vice, make it mine
Wait for it, you wait for it
But you don't like it, you don't like it
So you won't get out of bed
I can go it alone today
It doesn't bug me
No it doesn't
It doesn't bug me
Well it shouldn't
Race you to a heart attack
Rip off your vice, make it mine
Wait for it, you wait for it
But you don't like it, you don't like it
Vena cava
We come
Drained and whining
Vena cava
We come
Gray and hopeful
