Baby pictures on the wall,
but who notices things like that anymore?
Take your pills and go to school
Pseudo-culture fucks me all the time, all the time.
But what time is it?
I heard you got out, I heard you got married.
I heard some other things I cannot legally repeat right now.
I heard your hair grew, I heard you wear makeup.
I heard you make up all of the stories you tell.
You're immune to all my shit.
But sometimes it seems like it still gets to you,
do I get to you?
We could play it off like nothing will happen,
since nothing really happens around here.
We could play it off like we never failed.