Styrofoam

Drowning with the poor man
Relax system
I love you still
I’d try to come back if I could
Vacant on the weekends
Any ex-boyfriends
A little tired of being a lot misunderstood

And I’ve paid bills, won’t pay any more
Isn’t this an ordinary soul?
Styrofoam

I don’t ever feel warm
Like grass stains
And I’m stone cold
Whatever’s left, I’m too tied up to come undone

Write it down on pamphlets
Perfect we’re just perfect
Whatever’s left, it’s not so easy when you’re dumb
Some of them good and some of them bad
I always ease along because I’m alone
Styrofoam