Always changing the way you look
I'm not usually one to judge a book
By whats on the outside
But your face looks different every time you leave
I wanna 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
I'm not really trying to die
But I'm not saying its 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 fuckin' rubbernecking with no AC again