standing in the pouring rain, all my friends are cellophane
feeding off the bottom floor, because noone likes the taste at all
i wouldnt come back for me you know
making up to go along, always right and always scorned
i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
you know i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
a***yse till i'm alone and nothing can be done
feeding off the bathroom floor, because noone likes the taste at all
i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
all my friends are cellophane
feeding off the bottom floor, because noone likes the taste at all
i wouldnt come back for me you know
making up to go along, always right and always scorned
i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
you know i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
a***yse till i'm alone and nothing can be done
feeding off the bathroom floor, because noone likes the taste at all
i wouldnt come back for me if i were you
all my friends are cellophane