Ballon lyrics

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