Picture yourself in the heart of it all
Where your friends are so tall
The skinniest skins and they kiss on the lips
They give others their flips I donât wanna
Separate issue: they wonât miss you when youâre gone
You come for the comfort and stay for the cake and the punch is still laced
You stay in the entrance and pace like a monkand you mope like a punk
Now another: I could smother my new friends but theyâd never know
So picture yourself in the heart of it allwith new friends who wonât call
theyâre skinny as skins and they kiss on the lipsand they grip by the hips
configure yourself into rave in Bosch Hell full of names you canât spell
Haley and Michael are walking on heads while you should be in bed.
Bratty with ginfeels like a dreamit mustâve been