I floated to the rafters
my partial list of disappearing bastards
falling from my person, just like confetti

I tried to throw your party
like a prehistoric king would treat a body
it's not what you think

And i'm coming at you with realistic birthday music
i'm coming at you with my hands above my head

now you're inside forever after
a glass beehive you look through on a ladder
a dialogue bubble hangs above your head

i've seen this in a movie
but never without a soundtrack of folk music
to coax and guide me toward your bed

And i'm coming at you with realistic birthday music
i'm coming at you with my hands above my head
And i'm coming at you with realistic birthday music
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
so break a leg
don't stare
be brave
grow old
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before
you've heard this song before