Superficial Missile

Superficial, you shot a missile

Through my head again

Oops, I′m dead you said

Wouldn't happen anymore

I was just drunk but now

I′m bored you said

Discontented, I'm feeling cemented

In place again, here I

Stand you said

Couldn't move a single inch

If I were to flinch

It would be the, end of me

Melodramatic, I′m living in an attic

And I′m systematic

To everything I got

Only caught like once a year

Now I'm living here

Next to Britney Spears