Balloon - Imperial Teen

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’ve seen could

Never make me steal

I would rather stand and die than

Have to live 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 and leaks

I came into some money i don’t

Need you anymore

You can call me superstar or

You can call me whore

Balloon…

back in your life

Back in your life

We can’t even mess up right…

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 learn to stare and

Eat the food that rots

We’re living in the cloisters where our

Subtext is our plot

Balloon…

back in your life

Back in your life

We can’t even mess up right…