I said I'd never quit
I guess quitters never win
Sink my teeth into your shin
Transfuse type a to b
They said I'd never see
Past the age of eighteen
Walls turn to prisons
Ceiling fans whisk you away
If I fell to the floor
I think I'd be ok
Too cute to play the part
Too real to call it art
Document my falling apart
Interview the parents of
A scared and frightened kid
To see what wrong they did
Take another shot of the scene
You said you wanted to be
Cropped off of the screen
Expectation's a prison
One that I know all too well
If I fell through the floor
Could I still get your cell?
Too cute to play the part
Too real to call it art
Document my falling apart
A talk show host
They didn't think to pay
I think I'd rather stay
Uncomfortable in a way
We're all bugs until we decide we're not
A roach today, tomorrow
I choose to be something you're not
I choose to be something else entirely,
I choose to be something else entirely