Always changing the way you look, I'm not usually one to judge a book by what's on the outside But your face looks different every time we meet, I want to see what's underneath, Need to know that my body isn't just a hollow shell to fill With Marlboro lights and unethically sourced meats. 'Cause I, don't like this, And you, don't seem to care, Whether I stay alive, not really trynna die But I'm not saying it's the worst thing That could happen to me now. 'Cause I'm stuck on the five in traffic, On my way to Fresno to see my friends, When we're all dead I'll never have to sit Through all this fucking rubbernecking with no a/c again.