Cake - Wussy

I’m out of the picture frame

Cause I’m shedding my skin

So far down the hole

I can never go home

Riding over Lake Pontchartrain

In a hell of a state

There’s so many things

That I didn’t get done

It’s not the type of picture

That you would ever want to take

These aren’t the kinds of colors

That you would want them on your cake

Floating in my favorite dress

So far outta state

Catching too much heat

Just for saving my skin

Have a little laugh I guess

If it’s funny to you

Now I sleep on the ground

With the needles and pins

It’s not the sort of summer

That you’d spend

Swimming at the lake

These aren’t the kinds of colors

That you would want them on your cake

It’s not the type of picture

That you would ever want to take

These aren’t the kinds of colors

That you would want them on your cake