You've got a blue-tac smile
Stuck on a cardboard face
Alcohol makes a funeral pyre
That can light up this place
You say you've got your reasons
Well, so have I
I've considered suicide
But I'd rather that you died
Because every spoon full of sugar
Needs a bitter pill
Just to keep it down
Feels like I'm standing still
When I should be running around
Why
Don't you lie
To me anymore?