Picture yourself in the heart of it all
Where your friends are so tall
The skinniest skins and they kiss on the lips

They give others their flips
I don't wanna
Separate issue:they won't miss you when you're gone.

You come for the comfort and stay for the cakeand the punch is still laced.
You stay in the entrance and pace like a monkand you mope like a punk.
Now another:

I could smother my new friends but they'd never know.
So picture yourself in the heart of it allwith new friends who won't callthey're skinny as skins and they kiss on the lipsand they grip by the hips.configure yourself into rave in Bosch Hell
full of names you can't spell.

Haley and Michael are walking on headswhile you should be in bed.
Bratty with ginfeels like a dreamit must've been