I Was A Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toiletFace stuck to the floorI met expectations that I was tryin' to ignoreJob had such patienceI wonder, what's that like?One hundred thousand millionBut I hear that's what you likeSo I was thinkinSo these cities are sproutingLike a spit in the eyeAnd this world isn't waitingIt's just passing me byI just peak in the windowLookin' insideThe butcher's got a fork in your faceI'm standing aliveAnd I was singin