Ballerina

I wake up at 4 AM these days
I've got a lot on my mind
Like, what's the point of a body
If I'll never be a ballerina?

I'll never have any fun
If all I do is sit and whine
'Bout everything she's got
She's not me, so it's a waste of time
She's not me, so it's a waste of time!

Everyone's in a bed of roses
Singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Every day I get a little closer
To the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

I'm just like a baby
I need someone there to tell me no
Don't put that ego in your mouth
You're gonna choke!

Everyone's in a bed of roses
Singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Every day I get a little closer
To the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Everyone's in a bed of roses
Singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Every day I get a little closer
To the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Pretty people party proudly
Posing, posting perfect peers
Talking, walking, how about we
Talk about our perfect years?
Shelley-Sheeple shouting loudly
I have had enough in here
Do I want to be a perfect
Party person filled with tears?

Spinning in the center of the room
There's a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks
Sticking to the heart of the matter
There's a shatter of the mirror in the music box

Everyone's in a bed of roses
Singing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Every day I get a little closer
To the ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha