everyone's got something they're running out of

confess i have kept

all that i create

confess i have killed

all that i have kept

pull up your shirt

show some baby fat to the world

you know the commercials will walk with you

you're a flower

wake up bastard

i could pretend dead if i want to

i could fake it

i could walk away if i got to

i could make it

i'm still losing

my virginities

this is how it feels

to know

everyone's got something their running out of

this is how it feels

to know

everyone's got something their running out of

i could pretend dead if i want to

i could fake it

i could walk away if i got to

i could make it

i could pretend dead if i want to

i could fake it

but you're fast asleep

i'm a failure

come down faster

i'm still losing

my virginities