Happy Meal

Polished trophy, pretty whore
Leave the house to feel adored
Evil eaves so soft and sweet
So why'd you let them pass you around like meat?

You're not even breast
You're not even steak
You're a Happy Meal
Just lay there on a plate

You're available at any hour
They just drive-through
Take your power-uh-uh-er!
Pow-ow-ow-ower!

You better watch out
I think your meat is starting to turn
Sour!

Groupie, they all lovingly
Fear the things you could achieve
If you thought better of yourself;
But you prefer to fuck up your mental health

You grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
You coulda sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put you at ease

They say

You always sing in a minor key
Only about things that concern me
I'm happy day-to-day
But this hunger it never goes away

I grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
I coulda sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put me at ease

Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes, and love
No none of these things seem enough
For girls like her,
And guys like me,
Depleted in com-company

Depleted company
Depleted company

No I don't wanna be saved
I'm not asking for that
I prefer to be brave
and fill myself up with things
that I know will just fuck with my head
with things that I know will just fuck up my head

Well at least I helped one girl
Crawl out of stranger's beds
And you;
I doubt you ever bothered to see
What's going on in her head

Well it's easy to judge,
And it's easy to say what you said.

No it's easy, so easy
To say
What you said