Smile

I’ll admit it I can’t help it when I smile I look batshit
I don’t want to be here anymore than you
Always grateful not excited body aches but I can’t hide it
I can make this whole house divided stand ‘cause I can
Oh
VIP passes and red wine in plastic I’m so
If they ask say I’m doing just fine
But to tell you the truth
I’m just dying inside
Oh
Back tags and light wine and that’s just our last sign and
Oh, if they ask say I’m doing just fine
But to tell you the truth
I’m still dying inside
Dying inside