Talk Show Host/Bugs Lyrics

I said I'd never quit

I guess quitters never win

Sink my teeth into your shin

Transfuse type a to b

They said I'd never see

Past the age of eighteen

Walls turn to prisons

Ceiling fans whisk you away

If I fell to the floor

I think I'd be ok

Too cute to play the part

Too real to call it art

Document my falling apart

Interview the parents of

A scared and frightened kid

To see what wrong they did

Take another shot of the scene

You said you wanted to be

Cropped off of the screen

Expectation's a prison

One that I know all too well

If I fell through the floor

Could I still get your cell?

Too cute to play the part

Too real to call it art

Document my falling apart

A talk show host

They didn't think to pay

I think I'd rather stay

Uncomfortable in a way

We're all bugs until we decide we're not

A roach today, tomorrow

I choose to be something you're not

I choose to be something else entirely,

I choose to be something else entirely