I got pennies in my pocket
That’s all of my change
Inside of a heart shaped locket
A man that looks strange

I got nothing in my fridge
One last bottle of beer
And I don’t care a smidge
If I get out of here

I collect bruises like trophies
They all line my shelf
Got a quilt of my nana Sophie’s
Yes, I talk to myself

I’m not what you call intellectual
I don’t give a ****
Most of my words are ineffectual
Love me as I am