In Utero Fluoxetine

Every mirror’s getting fatter

Something I can't fathom

Fathom....

Fathom?...

Your fame is my flu

My flu is your fame

All the same… Thing, no

Staple shut a little grin, make it look as if everything is not okay from within

They say, “Son, you’re getting warmer”

While they freeze me from within

Within

Within

All the troglodytes sleeping in my throat tonight

Cough up bloodied valentines

Spit them in the aisle

Oh

Privy the whore, a star is born

Don’t wanna do it anymore

Anymore — oh

I am not royalty

Anymore — oh

Prescribe me something pastel

Please don't bother me too well

Make it sterilize my name

It's all in my distaste

Privy the whore, a star is born

Don’t wanna do it anymore

Anymore — oh

Fuck it up for magazine wars

Anymore — oh

I am not royalty, have all my loyalty

Boil it down and spoil it for me

Hey, hey, hey

Turn me down, turn me down

Your glory tastes like bleach

Maybe suck it like a teet

What a lackluster tragedy

All the troglodytes sleeping in my throat tonight

Cough up bloodied valentines

Spit them in the aisle

Privy the whore, a star is born

Don’t wanna do it anymore

Anymore — oh

Hang me in the record store

Anymore — oh

Pop queen logic is a whore

Out of the body

Into the brand

Out of the brand

Into the hand

For those stumbling, fucking cash cows up there

Hey

Don’t wanna do it anymore

Anymore

Oh…