Behind that portly exterior is a flopping fish gasping for recognition
Behind that marshmallow armor is a grinning boy stuffed with gumballs
All he wanted was identity, to identify
He thinks he's got it by the horns
All he’s got is best case scenarios printed on screamo LP inserts
Spit us out like marbles into a tin can
We'll ride it out
We always ride on
Wish you would look us in the eye
Wish you could say you're right, don’t lie