Everyone's Got Something They're Running Out Of

Confess I have kept all that I create
Confess I have killed all that I have kept
Pull up your shirt, show some baby fat to the world
You know the commercials will walk with youYou're a flower
Wake up, bastardI could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it
I could walk away if I got to
I could make itI'm still losing my virginitiesThis is how it feels to know
Everyone's got something they're running out of
This is how it feels to know
Everyone's got something they're running out ofI could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake it
I could walk away if I got to
I could make it
I could pretend dead if I want to
I could fake itBut you're fast asleep, I'm a failure
Come down faster
I'm still losing my virginities