Flashlights shining down the hallway at noontime Twelve angry men on their cellphones under a streetlight Payment plans, everyone's dead, what the fuck I'm sick and tired of being treated like The final product, like the final product And I feel like a ghost, never ever ever being the most And everyone wants to feel like a child star in their guardians hearts The doctors think he's crying wolf, so pay him no mind Infected ulcers left untreated for a years time Flying squirrels hunting birds up in the sky There's a sad movie on the TV, You've got dry eyes, you've got dry eyes And I feel like a ghost, never ever ever making the toast And everyone wants to be prioritized And everyone needs to be prioritized Cause the strangest lies are the plausible ones Just because you got the right Piece don't mean you got the right puzzle