Balloon Lyrics

i have a crate it's filled with bricks and
pictures of our past
depreciating values and i'm
losing interest fast
all the hungry mouths i've seen could
never make me steal
i would rather stand and die than
have to live and kneel

balloon...

you call me pocket venus but i'm
really pocket freak
you know i don't need this i have my
own potholes and leaks
i came into some money i don't
need you anymore
you can call me superstar or
you can call me whore

balloon...

[I'm] back in your life
back in your life
we can't even mess up right...

i'm the type of guy who doesn't
have a type at all
i'm not dressed for this climate someone
take me to the mall
drink toilet water learn to stare and
eat the food that rots
we're living in the cloisters where our
subtext is our plot

balloon...

[I'm] back in your life
back in your life
we can't even mess up right...