Shut me up with your long tubesocks
They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends"
Look at both my inkwells brimming
I was much less understanding then
How many stars you think you possess
How many in your butterfly net
Build me a star in your forehead
You were so misunderstood back then
But I think I get you now
I think I get you now
This is me starring
In a stranger's nightmare
Ooo-weeeee
Don't let the bathwater get too high
You will be a flood of porcelain
The lines clawed on the inside
It's digging hard into your tiles
And we're going to flood this house
We're going to flood this house