Cake

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