I wish I saved up for rainy days cause they're the hardest to be dry
 I got no self control
 I'm always begging into telephones
 I bought a little from my brother's friend, well, just to get me by
 I don't [bad word] his cut
 The effect is never as high as the mark-up
 I think I'll print it in the personals that I'm looking for a match
 Someone to light me up, someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done
 Each day there are hours I skip like a stone
 I just crawl in a bag
 I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow

 I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door
 But I still loved you more than anyone since or before
 You are always saying that I owe you one, well, let's consolidate this debt
 Get on a payment plan, I'll pay [bad word]  you can still treat me bad
 But now it's easy, getting easier, to leave you and this town behind
 I'll do some traveling
 Once I'm gone tell all our friends you got even
 I'm held like an object and then set aside
 And I'm back on the shelf, I'm locked in the drawer
 I'm mint in the box, but you would still sell me for cost, wouldn't you?

 I'll be anything... the cord of a parachute... the blanket on top of you...
 The window you are looking through... the cord of a parachute