Go down the street so I can pick me up
It’s not me, just timing and bad luck
So much fun and I don’t even try
Why oh why won’t my carpet fly?

Oh why oh why, won’t my carpet fly?

Oh all the birds
Oh all the birds
Oh all the birds
All the birds in the world
Take flight as I walk with my hands in the air
Like a boy who thinks he’s a girl

Oh all the beautiful birds
They melt into terrible words
The birds and the bees and the pain and disease
I’m ripping in three, can I kill myself please?

You’d like that so
I’ll stay alive
And watch you go
This flesh mess thrives

I can’t stop sweating
Who keeps on wetting
The bed it’s upsetting
Please stop forgetting
Fish people getting
Gifts for the wedding
Now I’m regretting
This shit, so depressing
Muscles are flexing
Skin won’t stop stretching
These demons oppressing
Whispers and yelling
Why are they staring?
They must be preparing
The children, I’m scaring
My friends are still caring

Where would you go inside of your head?
How can you dream while out of your bed?
Skin has been shed was it something I said?
Maybe it’s me or maybe we’re dead

My oh fucking my, I made this carpet fly
My oh fucking my, I made this carpet fly
I can’t even die, Even when I try
Please don’t ask me why
You’ll blow my disguise.