Always changing the way you look I'm not usually one to judge a book By whats on the outside But your face looks different every time you leave I wanna see what's underneath Need to know that my body isn't just a hollow shell To fill with Marlboro lights and unethically sourced meats
'Cause I don't like this And you don't seem to care Whether I stay alive I'm not really trying to die But I'm not saying its the worst thing that could happen to me now
'Cause I'm stuck on the five in traffic On my way to Fresno To see my friends When we're all dead I'll never have to sit through all This fuckin' rubbernecking with no AC again
