Drowning with the poor man
Relax, sister, what of you still?
I'd try to come back if I could

Vacant on the weekends
Any ex-boyfriends, a little tired
Of being long misunderstood

I paid bills and paid them more
Isn't this an ordinary song?
Styrofoam

I don't ever feel warm
Like grass stains and I'm stone cold
Whatever's left
I'm too tied up to come undone

Writing down on pamphlets
Perfect, oh just perfect
Whatevers left is not so easy when you're dumb

And some of them good and some of them bad
But I always ease along
Cause I alone
Styrofoam

And some of them good and some of them bad
but i always ease along
Cause I'm alone
Styrofoam, styrofoam