behind that portly exterior is a flopping fish gasping for recognition. behind that marshmallow armor is a grinning boy stuffed with gumballs. all he wanted was identity, to identify. he thinks he's got it by the horns, all he's got is best case scenarios printed on screamo LP inserts. spit us out like marbles into a tin can. we'll ride it out. we always ride on. wish you would look us in the eye. wish you could say you're right, don't lie.
Lyrics submitted by JoeyGoBoom