Kiss and kill your boyfriend
And all rich ones, too
Rich kids of the world unite
Dime on the bleachers
Head says not that far away
Bu the only way up is down
And i keep falling
Flip it again, but the answer
Hasn't spared its change
Doesn't matter how much time
You'll never forget that forgetting's required
Served on a platter of fakes
It's inevitable
We're proud to be pricks
We're proud to be assholes
Picking up the pieces one by one
Don't let it ride
Answer, someone, anyone
Won't you pick up the pieces
You left behind?
