I hate you because I love you, but
You don't love anything do you?
Not even the songs, they pass right through you
They're not even right, they're not even wrong
They don't even bite, they're not even songs
What do you sing when you cleanse yourself?
Is it a habit in the shower?
What do you sing when you cleanse yourself?
Appreciate me, you cowards
Appreciate my plastic flowers
In a pewter vase
Let me show you how I hide my face
Let me show you
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