Lyrics

I feel like a piece of paper floating in the wind Outside of a park with a merry-go-round Containing a spelling test with a 9 out of 10 You tried your best, but misspelled success S-U-C-C-E-S-(S) That's fine I know we all will kiss the ground Like hungry germs in a blind-eye crawl So I will live a life unclean and destitute But sometimes I think we all might stick around Like poster tacked on a bedroom wall Oh though I will leave behind no trace or residue