(How are you feeling?)
(Well...)
I can't live alone
Not in my home
But in my throat
And you can't seem to choose
Weather you win
Or if we lose
My eyes they can see
They can breathe
We can flee
We live in a world
Live in a dish
In this world, we are fish
I can live alone
Not in my home
But in my throat
And you can't seem to choose
Weather you win
Or if we loose
Mama says I'm pretty ugly
Mama says I'm kinda dumb
(I play the piano for the people)
(I'm not clear, uh, how is it that playing piano
For people has eventually resulted in you being here in the hospital?)
(I cannot describe an illustration)
I can't live alone
I can't live alone
I can't live alone
And you live in a world
Live in a dish
In this world, and we are fish
Mama says I'm pretty ugly
Mama says I'm kinda dumb