I Was A Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toilet, face stuck to the floor

I met expectations that I was trying to ignore

Jobe had such patience I wonder, what's that like

A hundred thousand million, that's what you like

So I was thinkin'



So these cities are sprouting like a spit in the eye

And this world isn't waiting, it's just passing me by

I just peak in the window lookin' inside

The butchers got a fork in your face but I'm standing alive

And I was singin'