I was a teenage hand model

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations
That I was tryin' to ignore

Job had such patience
I wonder, what's that like?
One hundred thousand million
That's what you like
So I was thinkin'

So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn't waiting
It's just passing me by

I just peak in the window
Lookin' inside
The butcher's got a fork in your face
I'm standing alive
And I was singin'