I have a crate it's filled with bricks 
And pictures of our past 
Depreciating values and i'm losing interest fast 
All the hungry mouths i seen could never make me steal 
I would rather stand and die 
Than have to bow and kneel 
Balloon You call me pocket venus 
But i'm really pocket freak 
You know i don't need this 
I have my own potholes leaks 
I came into some money 
I don't need you anymore 
You can call me superstar 
Or you can call me whore 
Balloon I'm the type of guy 
Who doesn't have a type at all 
I'm not dressed for this climate 
Someone take me to the mall 
Drink toilet water and eat 
The food that rots 
We're living in the coisters 
Where out subtext is out plot 
Balloon I'm back in your life 
We can't even mess up right