Sit up, keep your back straight
Learn the alphabet, man up and know your place
I'm hardwired this way
I think I've had enough sleep
It's hard enough to dream
But I've had head talks and they don't get me anywhere
The sunshine happy I don't mind the taste of my own hair
We live in brown paper towns now
Pollute our hands and hair
We hang our kill on coat racks beside the mill
And cry as our hair recedes
We'll be in the sick
You don't need pills to know you're boring
Everyone to death
The rush you get when I
Tie your riddled spine to the ground and you
Spin like a marionette
You don't need anyone to be your coffin
Let's leave it to the psychics and magic tricks
You don't need a cloak made of silk and lace
Or a house to drown out on your wedding day
You don't need anyone to be your coffin