They won't go away.
I don't think I've seem 'em blink at all.
They all know my name and they're waiting for me to fall
on my face as I attempt to have my tiny little life.
They wait in the wings and I'm not sure why.

I used to be thin.
I used to look good with a guitar.
You're always alone when you don't know who you are.
If the slightest shove can shatter, [bad word] and vaporize your bones, how are you supposed to deal with stones?

I don't wanna go outside
'Cause I might have a terrible day and get sent home.

And I'm not gonna change.
I'm always gonna be here.
All day.