I know what it's like
To be left out when all your friends try the new hip suicide thing
And I know what it's like
When your blank sock's found and worn by another guy
I know what it's like
And I know it's a crime, too
But what makes me try again
Is to bear the thought of you
I know what it's like
To feel like there is somebody watching you
And I know what it's like
To turn around and see that they were indeed watching you
Yeah, I know what that's like
And you know that's what I marred by
Memories of old time
Made me who I'll never be: me
I do know what it's like
To be picked last in soccer practice and in prostitutes
And I know what it's like
To have to trade a girlfriend for a muse
And I've been known to say
The world is a dance of choirs
Suiciniv is my name
Guess I nearly had you there