Everyday i get up,
Do one hundred sit ups,
And set up my fake soup kitchen
It's made of cardboard boxes
And construction paper

I even set the timer
And act like i am driving
And when i arrive, they're glowing just to see me

I don't want to get sick
Or play into this fake scene,
It should mean the same thing to you,
Girl, you're such a liar!

Cause none of this is real
We're all just gonna die here
If it doesn't mean the same thing to you,
Girl, you're full of ****.