Ballerina

I wake up at 4 a.m., these days I've got a lot on my mind

Like what's the point of a body if I'll never be a ballerina?

I'll never have any fun if all I do is sit and whine

About everything she's got, she's not me, so it's a waste of time

She's not me, so it's a waste of time

Everyone's in a bed of roses, singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha

Every day, I get a little closer to the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

I'm just like a baby, I need someone there to tell me no

Don't put that ego in your mouth, you're gonna choke

Everyone's in a bed of roses, singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha

Every day, I get a little closer to the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Everyone's in a bed of roses, singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha

Every day, I get a little closer to the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Pretty people party proudly, posing, posting perfect peers

Talking, walking, how about we talk about our perfect years?

Shelley Sheeple shouting loudly, "I have had enough in here"

Do I want to be a perfect party person filled with tears?

Spinning in the center of the room, there's a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks

Sticking to the heart of the matter, there's a shatter of the mirror in the music box

Everyone's in a bed of roses, singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha

Every day, I get a little closer to the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha