Well I ate the cloud in the jets way
Left a hole for the airplane to soar
To the mountains below
And I ate the television news crew
For parking near my house
And shitting where they breathed
So tell me how is life out of high school
Have you finally found some shoes to fit your feet
I doubt there is anything left but scars on your feet
Girl just from, touching somebody like me
I ate my roommate and girlfriend
For sitting and standing and walking in place
And I ate the streetlamps on broadway so cars and people
Could leave for once in their lives
But now you have to tell me how is life out of high school
Have you finally found some shoes to fit your feet
I doubt there is anything left but scars on your feet
Girl just from, touching somebody like me