PAPER RECEIPT
Sit there in your castle made of all your dreams,
As it tears at the seams, their fingers all pointed at me.
So keep me in your pocket like a PAPER RECEIPT,
One that you wouldn't keep if you knew that you wouldn't need.
I can keep it going, as long as you keep it going,
As long as you look at me that way.
So come on and keep me in the choir as I sing off key,
Fucking up your harmony with my agitating melody.
Their voices stuck up in my head like a radio song,
One that a million dollars bought, BUBBLE GUM from a NASHVILLE SHOP.