I don't wanna be happy In fact I like living a lie The bright brittle files Gleaming and white About their colourless crime I could break them in two With the glint of my eye I don't want you to know me Unless you are shallow or sly Using my friends I always depend on them like charades in the sky Once I figure them out they're a waste of my time I only live on the surface I don't think people are very pretty inside And my idea of love Isn't having a son Or being whipped on the back of my thighs I prefer the ridiculous To the sublime