What they give they take away

Well, I've been looking out

Fun has a karma

Everything's great then everything's okay

I'm only a rattle on the spoke

Deflated lung, rhythmic in its cough

Stepped on like bubble wrap

Never to gasp again

Cotton wake and plastic

With an infomercial smile

I've left the TV on for far too long

Now it’s all gone now

I'm only a rattle on the spoke

Deflated lung, rhythmic in its cough

Stepped on like bubble wrap

Never to gasp again

I'm only alone in my head

Blanket soul on my breath