[Verse 1]
My dream
My dream girl don’t exist
At the age of five she slit her wrists
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground

My dream girl don’t exist
She’s working at a McDonald’s in Madison, Wisconsin
She could’ve been cool but she let the system get to her
She forgot about art and just made hamburgers

My dream girl don’t exist
They're all sittin' around, watching TV
They're all stuffing―
Shit