One, two...

Must be nice not feeling like you have to bow
Must be nice not having to care who's in control
But I'm clawing and I'm scratching at any hope
And I'm asking, what's it feel like to have somewhere to fall?

Is there a home away from home?
Are you summering in Rome?
Are your tuition fees prepaid?
Do your parents hire a maid
To clean up all your mess and hide your secret cigarettes?
I'm not playing chef, I have to do this to survive

When did morning juice become a luxury?
When did food variety becomе a designer brand?

I'm clawing and I'm scratching at
Heavеn's door and I'm asking
Please don't close it
Or I will kill myself

I'm leaving claw marks on heaven's door
And I'm praying, take my legs away, and I will fucking crawl
I still wonder if it's worth living at all
What's it feel like to have somewhere to fall?