| I’m a big girl, I’m a grown man |
| I’ve got a sharp mind, I never made plans |
| Look at us, we’re eating rice and beans |
| Like we’re not totally dependent |
| Because we want CDs, gas, drugs, and DVDs |
| We’ve got true appetites to feed |
| She’s been, been back, back home |
| Ten days, still no word, I haven’t seen her face |
| Oh, let me just see that face |
| Stomach aches have kept me wide awake |
| I never saw her pretty face |
| This ain’t no cry for help, it’s a suicide |
| The lines will never live up to the rides |
| I’d clean like psycho moms |
| I’d scream like all their kids |
| I’d go to town right now |
| If I could only write it down |
| There’s not a single spec of filth |
| In this entire house |
| Not a single word |
| That qualifies the here and now |