i have a crate it's filled with bricks

and pictures of our past

depreciating values and i'm losing interest fast

all the hungry mouths i seen could never make me steal

i would rather stand and die

than have to bow and kneel

balloon

you call me pocket venus

but i'm really pocket freak

you know i don't need this

i have my own potholes leaks

i came into some money

i don't need you anymore

you can call me superstar

or you can call me whore

balloon

i'm the type of guy

who doesn't have a type at all

i'm not dressed for this climate

someone take me to the mall

drink toilet water and eat

the food that rots

we're living in the coisters

where out subtext is out plot

balloon

i'm back in your life

we can't even mess up right