I wake up at 4 a.m. these days, I’ve got a lot on my mind
Like what’s the point of a body if I’ll never be a ballerina
I’ll never have any fun if all I do is sit and whine
About everything she’s got
She’s not me so it’s a waste of time
She’s not me, so it’s a waste of time
Everyone’s in a bed of roses singing “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha”
Every day, I get a little closer to the “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha”
I’m just like a baby, I need someone there to tell me “no”
Don’t put that ego in your mouth, you’re gonna choke
Everyone’s in a bed of roses singing “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha”
Every day, I get a little closer to the “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha”
Everyone’s in a bed of roses singing “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha”
Every day, I get a little closer to the “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha”
Pretty people party proudly
Posing, posting perfect peers
Talking, walking how about we
Talk about our perfect years
Shelley Sheeple shouting loudly
I have had enough in here
Do I want to be a perfect
Party person filled with tears?
Spinning in the center of the room
There’s a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks
Sticking to the heart of the matter
There’s a shatter of the mirror in the music box
Everyone’s in a bed of roses singing “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha”
Every day, I get a little closer to the “ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha”
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha