I Was a Teenage Hand Model

One, Two, five, Five. Cozy up to the toilet. Face stuck to the floor. I had expectations that I was Trying to ignore. Job had such patience. I wonder what's that like? A hundred thousand million. That's what you like. So I was thinking. So these cities are sprouting Like a spit in the eye. This world is awaiting. It's just passing me by. I just peek in the window. Looking inside. Butcher's got a fork in your face. I'm standing alive. And I was singing. Hey John, This is me calling in, Probably still outside, uh, Still With Me. Can you hear me? How am, Can you hear me how I am?