Flashlights shining down the hallway at noontime
Twelve angry men on their cellphones under a streetlight
Payment plans, everyone's dead, what the fuck
I'm sick and tired of being treated like the final product, like the final product

And I feel like a ghost, never ever ever being the most
And everyone wants to feel like a child star in their guardians hearts

The doctors think he's crying wolf, so pay him no mind
Infected ulcers left untreated for a years time
Flying squirrels hunting birds up in the sky
There's a sad movie on the tv, you've got dry eyes, you've got dry eyes

And I feel like a ghost, never ever ever making the toast
And everyone wants to be prioritized
And everyone needs to be prioritized

Cause the strangest lies are the plausible ones
Just because you got the right piece don't mean you got the right puzzle